Thoughts on my Birthday January 20, 2015
Yes it is hard to believe today I am 93! I do not know what 93 is supposed to feel like. A 93year old book would be considered an
antique. Am I an antique? No, according to the dictionary an antique
has special value as a collectible because of its considerable age. In the first place, I am not a collectible;
I have no special value in the antique market.
More than one “Aunt Ag” is superfluous even to me. I enjoy everything and everybody who crosses
my path. I can only handle one of
me.
There is no question that I am lucky.
Let me list the reasons. I am
lucky that I am relatively well; I am happy that my mind does not wander off
into space, though my ability to forget is trying to overtake my memory. I have my daughter close by, she worries
about me and is “there” for me. Even
though we occasionally quarrel, we know how to comfort one another lovingly. I
have many friends who reassure me constantly that I am alive, balanced and
worthy of the time they spend with me.
That is the most significant part of being in the nineties club. The people who still care; the folks who pick
up the phone on my birthday, send cards, even buy gifts, seek me out with congratulations,
are the ones to thank, because thanks are in order.
They are the ones who keep my spirit lively. They are the ones who rescue me from loneliness. My friends from today and yesterday who call
me, write to me, remember me, they deserve my sincere gratitude.
They bolster and support me, prove to me that my life still
matters. Because they care, I am able
to reciprocate, when they call me, I call back. Life is more than me, more than a single individual. Life was meant to be lived among other human
beings. From the moment of birth we
have interacted with others. The
infant’s cry of hunger or discomfort is a call to another person. We need each other to remain healthy and
well, to continue the aging process, to be lively, to give and take in life. We
cannot fly solo and endure in health and joy.
Sometimes one other is enough, as time moves along, one is no longer
enough. It “take a village” (pardon my
plagiarism, Hillary), to encourage and support the elderly and I am grateful
that more than one village looks after me.
Thanks everybody, I had a wonderful 93rd birthday!!!
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