This is an email I received from a dear friend, and I really needed to read and absorb the words. I hope you will, too.
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I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play on the computer, until 4AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, eventually, I remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
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Please feel free to share this with others who need to appreciate the gift they've received. Yesterday, I discovered a dear friend for many years lost her son during the night. He simply went to sleep and didn't wake up, and he was a classmate of my youngest son who is 38. Sadly, Jeff passed from complications caused by a medicine prescribed to combat the epilepsy he contracted during his military career. The end result was liver disease, and now his mother has outlived her child…something I'm certain none of us want to do. So…laugh today, live like there's no tomorrow, and dance if you want to. Yesterday was the past, today is the "present"…a gift from God to you.
P.S. Would you believe, I had to use a calculator to remember how old my son is…egad, in my mind, we're practically the same age, but a peek in the mirror dispels that myth. *smile*