Age Is Just a Number

Or is it ?

Ever notice how sometimes things just happen? At times so apropos it’s down right scary. Dave Williams post referring to aging hit home this morning.

The last couple of weeks have been flat out weird. Maybe it’s the TPS treatments, maybe life in general, maybe what Dave speaks of in aging. I’m not sure.

It started with a text from an old friend.

Back and forth on text conversation

Then on second thought…

Exclamation point

So last Thursday (6/25), mom was gone 32 years (1994). Obviously, she was on my mind all week, but especially on Thursday. All kinds of things were going on my mind. Lots of triggers on life’s memories in general. Lots of watery eyes. When my sister passed in 2019, I became the only one living of the immediate family.

As Dave pointed out

Ask almost anyone over sixty how old they feel, and you’ll hear some version of the same answer.

“I don’t feel any older than I did when I was twenty... or thirty... or forty.”

My face has changed. My experience has changed. But the person observing both of them hasn’t.

It’s true ! Yet, at nearly 24,019 days, suddenly I feel old. It’s just a number, right ? But for some silly reason, the memory has blocks at times, the aches and pains are more prominent, and the emotions are totally out of whack. Trips to the store are becoming an adventure of anger and anxiety. The grand sights of open farmlands, which seem to be fading by the day, and the greenery of the forest and countryside, aren’t snapping me out of it. It’s said as you age, the personality of your parents shows through. I have no doubt become more like my dad each day !

There are some pick me ups, though. I envy Holly and her incredible pictures of her walks through paradise. There’s Deborah T. Hewitt and her catalogue of life photographs she does so well. And Cori Bren always creating a Buzz. C.J. Heck sometimes feels like mom being reincarnated, the words of wisdom radiating.

And through it all, Dave Williams nailed it. I am who I am. Young, old, whatever. I haven’t changed the soul over time, just the cover of the album. The day of the week. The number changes … some 24,000 of them.

I’ll close on this strange story. As many may or may not know, I have strong beliefs on receiving messages from above. Usually, they’ll come through music, be it walking through a store or hearing something on the stream. During the last week, I was heading home from therapy. I was listening to Sirius, shopping stations and landed on channel 15 and looked at the clock. It was 11:10. The angel was around the corner. I do feel the angel talks to me when I randomly look at a clock and see the 11:11. And it’s happened a lot to me lately. But on this occasion, I was looking to talk back. So I thought to myself, at 11:11, I’m going to put on channel 11 and see what the angel really has to say. As the clock changed, I flipped to channel 11 and spoke out loud in the car, “ Hello Angels”. The angels spoke…

You can’t make this stuff up !

Speak up. You never know who’s listening or what the reply will be.