Religion and Old-time

I always used to believe that growing older and definitely being old would strengthen one's religion. As the end of life grows inevitably nearer, one would seek the reassurance that there is more, right? But my so far rather limited insight into religious beliefs and old age has not sustained that way of thinking. Oh, this is way too deep and depressing for me to be thinking about now. It reminds me of that woman reading the poetry of her lost life to her churchmates, who kept waiting for the epiphany which never came. Cripes, if you're disillusioned with your life, why should the onus be on you to cheer others up. Who ever called religion a victory march?