Aging brings many visionary moments; the most shocking is that we are going to die and we don’t have an idea when. Intellectually the knowledge of our universal fate is known from an early age. Fully understanding the process of living while dying too, creeps up on us engaging an appreciation of life.
Then, before you know it, the time for certain adventures has passed. Moving to find a special setting has plagued me from 21 until now. I have moved from Maryland to Southern California, back to Maryland to help my parents as they aged, retired to Ocean City, and now living in Southern California again, this time in the desert. It should be my last move, hopefully.
Lost loves come to mind more often. Reaching out to friends from another era becomes important and the shadow memories of our times together haunt me, some delightful and others sadly painful.
Even the simple process of getting a puppy invites comments from friends, family, and strangers, “What are the plans for the dog when you can’t take care of it anymore?” My parents lived to and over 90 so I naively expect to make that goal.
Energy is an issue but one with two sides of the coin. I cannot get up and run, run, run for 18 hours. But, I can sit and rest in a chair with my feet up and I can read anytime I want. What a gift!
Thankfulness gets much better with age, for family, friends, and the gift of life.
Life Gets Better 