Oh Ken, I can't believe I missed this! I went way back today in my notification feed. You are an angel (maybe a disappointed one? I see my husband standing between a mural of angel wings sticking his tongue out with a nasty face (lol) and here we are! So, the big 60! I remember mine and it wasn't that fun. Dad was passing, but he called me his princess for the first time in my life. How about that? Still gives me tears. Aging is definitely about mind over matter - and often on the exterior we look and feel very old - but we carry the weight of loss, a long life and also the light of joy and experience -- which hopefully grows us better, in wisdom, like fine wine -- they say. Whoever they is. I love that song by Adele! God, the angels, He/they, do speak to us. It's good to listen. Happy, happy belated birthday my friend. Sending you much love always -- and thank you for thinking of me. I ain't going down without a fight!! ox
Oh ha ha!! Cool! Do I have you beat by half a year? I’ll be 66 in December :). But I’m not telling anyone (insert cry laughing). “We” look great! But mostly it’s our heart.
I just checked out my own age - and rounded up slightly to the nearest day, got a figure of 20,190 days. I don’t think of myself as old just yet, but I nevertheless do miss the days of my youth.
This was wonderful. I spent so many years identifying myself as the girl who lost her mom that once I finally grew up emotionally and moved on the subsequent deaths of my father, aunts and uncles, and grand parents didn’t affect me nearly as much. I’ve found that the compounding (many losses in a short period of time) can be devastating. I’ve come to appreciate more the time I have left and since we don’t know how much that is, to make the most of every day is the best we can do.
Oh Ken, I can't believe I missed this! I went way back today in my notification feed. You are an angel (maybe a disappointed one? I see my husband standing between a mural of angel wings sticking his tongue out with a nasty face (lol) and here we are! So, the big 60! I remember mine and it wasn't that fun. Dad was passing, but he called me his princess for the first time in my life. How about that? Still gives me tears. Aging is definitely about mind over matter - and often on the exterior we look and feel very old - but we carry the weight of loss, a long life and also the light of joy and experience -- which hopefully grows us better, in wisdom, like fine wine -- they say. Whoever they is. I love that song by Adele! God, the angels, He/they, do speak to us. It's good to listen. Happy, happy belated birthday my friend. Sending you much love always -- and thank you for thinking of me. I ain't going down without a fight!! ox
Actually, I’m 65. Dave was referring to life after 60 and I was playing off his post.
So, guess what! You ain’t got me by 5 years. We’re are equals. But you still look marvelous any way.
Oh ha ha!! Cool! Do I have you beat by half a year? I’ll be 66 in December :). But I’m not telling anyone (insert cry laughing). “We” look great! But mostly it’s our heart.
Guess what ?? You’re “the baby”. I turn 66 in October.
Respect your elders 😂😂😂😂
ha ha ha! Oh geeze louise! Okay, alrighty then sir :)
I just checked out my own age - and rounded up slightly to the nearest day, got a figure of 20,190 days. I don’t think of myself as old just yet, but I nevertheless do miss the days of my youth.
Glad you’re writing here.
Thanks, Raymond
This was wonderful. I spent so many years identifying myself as the girl who lost her mom that once I finally grew up emotionally and moved on the subsequent deaths of my father, aunts and uncles, and grand parents didn’t affect me nearly as much. I’ve found that the compounding (many losses in a short period of time) can be devastating. I’ve come to appreciate more the time I have left and since we don’t know how much that is, to make the most of every day is the best we can do.
It's amazing how they send messages to us from beyond. What a beautiful way for her to communicate.
That's scary with surgeries for both mom and sister. Something routine. I'm so sorry. Anniversaries are never easy. None of it is.
I'm catching up to my dad's age when he passed and it seems so young now. Also, scary at the same time.
I've had relatives make it to 100 or very close. It's a crap shoot I guess. No one knows how long they have. We all have today.
Thanks for the tag. Age is weight. In all senses. Both burden...and gold.