In ten days I will be 63 years old!
I keep recalling when one of my co-workers told me how old she was. She was 52 at the time and while I was only 10 years younger I found myself wondering what it would feel like to be that old.
She looked good for her age. She was a pretty woman, a little overweight, divorced, as myself. She was involved in a long-term but abusive relationship with someone much younger and I wondered if she put up with it just to feel younger herself. I remember her telling us that her brand new vehicle was in the shop because her boyfriend had come over drunk and started kicking in the side just to hurt her. I also wondered what I would have done in the same situation because I’m not so forgiving.
Oh, that’s right, the age thing again. Well I’m glad I can say I’m getting old. Many people never get to say this. The baby that never makes it to it’s first birthday. The child that succumbs to some childhood illness or accident like I almost did at age seven. That young soldier that was just killed in yet another of our many wars and all the people trying to live our their lives and because of illness, accident or deliberate acts of downright evil, never get to grow old.
Rejoice in whatever age you are. Revel in it and never take your life or that of others for granted.
The grim-reaper is just around the corner as we all will eventually find out.