It’s my turn to be old.
I’ve already had a turn at being young, being a teen (I extended that a bit), being twenty something, thirty something and forty when I thought I was old.
My grandfather and my grandmother had their turn with dignity.
My mother’s turn was short (age 68).
My father gave up his turn (suicide at age 37)
Now that it’s my turn to be old, I want to take advantage of all the older ‘adult experiences.’
Like a midday nap. Like grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Like seeking my self that has been created over the years. Like getting to know my inner child.
Some activities I don’t enjoy, but I acknowledge that they come with the territory and I intend to experience them and grow.
Life enlarged prostate. Like aches and pains. Like ten pillls in the morning and ten pills in the evening. Like obesity and diabetes. Like limited walking, hiking, running abilities.
Slowly I am becoming disabled, in body, in mind, in vision.
But that’s ok.
My body is the one mostly feeling the age.
My heart is large and full of love.
My mind is seeking new ways to discover, like meditation, like quiet time, like turning off the television which hadn’t been invented when I was young.
My spirit soars with the eagles, as Chief Dan George says in “Little Big Man,”
I take one day at a time, and the days fly by, months come and go as I focus on today.
It’s my turn, my last turn, and I want to do it right. My children are watching and I want them to know they have nothing to fear when it’s their turn.
Soon I will experience old age.
I will be more disabled, more spiritual, more medicated and older. Who knows how old; who cares?
So I’m here for you if you need me to love you, to pray for you, to sit with you, to offer unsolicited advice.
I’m here with my wife of almost 45 years. Our marriage is old too. We like it; we like that we’re together and with children yet.
So if you live in the young world, have faith, you too can have your turn.
Your get to have a turn at being old.
– Small town boy