I quickly scanned the paper yesterday as I poured my coffee — and there it was — my name in the local obits! A really spooky thing! I quickly pinched myself. Yep. Still here. Someone else with my name and my age had died.
Despite its spookiness, it did give me cause to ponder — as I am apt to do anyway. What if it had been me? What about all my unfinished projects? My little electronic workbook in progress? Have I been spending my time doing the things I want to do? What about that huge stack of papers I still have not gone through?
After a bit of reflection, I decided that yes, I am spending my time doing the things I love — I still enjoy my husband’s company and we laugh together often, I play with our delightful grandchildren, enjoy our adult children on the phone and when they pop in and out of the house, I am writing — even though it is not yet on line, I have dear and precious friends, and I still have two dear sisters on this earth with me and a couple of very special cousins. I am blessed indeed. Life at this age is really quite nice — I think my 60’s are my happiest years yet.
and best of all, I am alive and well to enjoy it. I am thankful! Treasure the moments!