Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Time to grow old. Gracefully.
In my youth, I occasionally thought about what
it would be like to be old. To be in my 70s, for instance. Well, I’m there now.
And it’s nothing like I imagined. That I’d worry about having little time left.
That I’d be decrepit. In poor heath. Yes, generally miserable. But it’s nothing
like that. Though it may be some day. For one thing, I don’t feel old. And I
don’t worry about tomorrow. Because I’ve learned to live one day at a time. And
to savor precious moments. Virtually
every day. When my dear wife Jeanne died
of Alzheimer’s six years ago, I grieved. For a while. But I let things happen. Let life flow
naturally. And lo and behold, here I am. Living with the second true love of my
lifetime. A wonderful Italian. Having evolved into a romantic idealist, a
spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer. Took time. And
maybe that’s the nicest thing of all. A true blessing. Time to grow old.
Gracefully. –Jim Broede
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