A couple of weeks ago our grandson Max (almost 14)
a singer was in a performance of Simon and Garfunkle with his School of Rock.
Some of the young people sang: Old Friends I burst into tears
remembering being young and listening to that song. I pictured the
"round toes, the high shoes of the old friends. How terribly strange to be
seventy."
I still dance, laugh, write, play,
work for Tikkun Olam, and feel blessed with love. I watch my husband as a
scientist, and a renaissance man of so many talents, including cooking and
baking all that he served at my family birthday cocktail party and know that
every moment he has been in my life was/is the ultimate in blessings. He had people
write something, sing something or create a piece for me. They did! I was
honored by poetry, song, stories, humor, flowers, candy, jewelry
and most of the family I adore.
I am blessed with my sons Eric
and Geoff. They are men of family, honor, infinite talents, loving husbands,
fathers, and dedicated citizens. My grandchildren all are wonders of goodness,
talents, and quite smart. One now going off to university (Jake), two entering
high school (Max and Joe) one about to be a Bat Mitzvah and entering 7th grade (Sophie).
I have my wonderful siblings, Eileen
and Shelly along with so many terrific cousins and their kids, all so much an
important treasure in my life. And then there are my terrific friends. Lucky
me.
70, sounds younger now. I will accept my age as what it is. A gift
of years. Each year has given me more to love about life. As to the sorrow of
the people I have lost, I am grateful for the goodness of having had them in my
life; so I do "preserve my memories." But they are not "all
that's left me."
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