Life begins to go to hell at 40. Round II.
March 5th, 2009
I sent a link to the star of yesterday’s post and got a great response. It’s from Jackie, who lovingly cared for my mother for years. She’s the one with the amazing perspective on aging. I thought I’d share her response.
“I was surprised and delighted to hear from you. Haven’t been to see your Mom for awhile..breaks my heart. The last time, she didn’t recognize me….until a faint grin when I mentioned ‘our little kicker guy’ — Martin Gramatica of the Bucs.
download senseless movie “I finally quit working the day after my 80th birthday. Despite minor aftermaths of a stroke, arthritis of my back, lumbar stenosis and arthritis of my hip. I manage to keep going…I figure if I wake up each morning and can get out of bed, it will be a good day. I’ve found out old age ‘ain’t for sissies.’
“When I go, my ashes will be scatterd beneath my tree on the river in downtown Bradenton. I have written my own obituary and the end of it will be: ‘Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely with a pretty and well preserved body. But, rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out, and proclaiming”: ‘WOW! What a ride!’ “
How cool is that?
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