I don’t know exactly when the day came that I could no longer sit on the floor and get back up without holding on to something. I guess the good news is, if I have forgotten to look around for something to grab while I struggle to get back up, I can still, as of now, crawl to something sturdy. Maybe today will be the last day I can do that. There is no way for me to know.
I can usually remember the first time I met someone, but there have been a lot of people in my life that I haven’t seen in years. A lot of times, I didn’t know when I saw them for the last time, that it was the last time. I’m talking about old neighbors or people I met through work. I guess in most cases it’s a good thing that when I said good-bye to them I assumed I would see them again.
I didn’t know that the last time I was in the old Murdo High School building, Mack’s Cafe, Fern’s, or Sanderson’s store, that it would be the last time.
I guess as long as we have fond memories of the people and things that meant something to us in the past, accept aging gracefully, and make today interesting, It doesn’t have to be a downer to think about all of those last times.
Old people are funny. I’m glad I’m not there yet.
Oh, I guess there are a few things I’m starting to forget.
Why should I remember things I don’t need to recall?
Like what day it is or if it’s spring or fall.
I repeat myself occasionally, or that’s what I’ve been told
I occasionally repeat myself. It doesn’t mean I’m old.
My elbows crack, my knees snap, it seems that I can’t win.
I tried hard to lose some weight, but just my hair got thin.
When I look into the mirror, it’s my mother that I see.
I swear I saw her wink and say, “You look just like me.”
She said she often asked herself what she’d give up first.
A sharp mind or healthy body? Or should it be reversed?
It finally dawned on me that the choice was never mine.
What shall be will be. You’ll find out in time.
She said, “Old people are funny. Be glad you’re not there yet.
The two biggest wastes of time are worry and regret.”
A special moment between my son, Mason, and his son, Ethan.