Today.

People younger than me are dying. All the time. Yes, daily. Whenever I look at the obituary page.  I see the ample evidence. Not only that. Often. I’m the oldest guy in the room full of people.  Doesn’t make me feel uneasy. On the contrary. I feel blessed. That I’ve learned to take life one day at a time. To savor what I’ve got. Rather than lament over what I don’t have. Youth, as an example. I’m not envious of others. Instead, I’m grateful. That I’ve lasted this long. That I’ve had two true loves. When some don’t even have one.  Furthermore. I’m truly alive and conscious. Aware. Experiencing the grandeur of life.  Today. –Jim Broede