It's here! There was no stopping or delaying it. 62!! Or Sixty-Two!! We never used to think about such things when I was twenty or thirty, which really doesn't seem like all that long ago. Sometime after forty it suddenly became a consideration. At fifty, for awhile anyway, it was a fear. Now, it's not so bad. Many never make it. Many make it but not fully functional. So here I am! Bring it on!!
And don't think (if memory serves) that I'm not aware that it's the age that my father died at.
I have hopes to outlive my siblings. And I'm the oldest of the five of us. Exactly ten years older than the youngest of us. Not that I wish early passing on them. I just want to outlive them. Guess I'm competitive that way. I want to beat the odds.
For years I was reluctant to admit how old I was. I didn't want people, mostly women I was possibly interested in but a few years older than, to know. Like they wouldn't have found out eventually. But the last year or two, I don't care any longer.
I think about the story that my mom used to tell me .... How she got hit by a train at a railroad crossing, one foggy night, with a car full of groceries and while pregnant with me. How the whole car was demolished except the spot where she sat. Does that mean that I was meant to do something significant some day?
Many other images of moments in my life flash by me. Some obviously memorable. Others? .... Maybe should have been forgettable. I haven't a clue why they've stayed with me. Old classmates, lost friends, life transitions, dreams, chance encounters, a random spot of earth that I once stood on.
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