I am 65 years old today. I am amazed that the years have passed so quickly, and that I am at this place. But I am also grateful to be this age, for some that I knew and loved did not make it to this age.
My mother, Dotti, and her mother, my precious Grandma Grace, both died at 64 years of age. So as you can imagine, I have been looking forward to this birthday. Some of you know what I mean.
A good friend of mine, Anna Rosser Upchurch, passed away a few days ago at 59 years of age. Much too young. I will miss Anna immensely, and grieve that she left this earth and me much too soon.
A friend who was more more family than friend, Bryan Townsend, passed away four years ago at 64 years of age. He was a friend for 45 years, and took care of me and my young daughter Tara, when Tara’s father and I divorced. Bryan said at one point that he needed to claim us on his tax deduction, for he had fed us and cared for us for so long! We are all still shocked by his death. A better man than Bryan Townsend I have not known, although my Mike is right up there with him.
There are others who have passed on as well, and who are so missed. My Aunt Evelyn, Bebo, my mother’s sister, who with her husband, Uncle Barry, raised me during some very formative years. We are now “raising” Uncle Barry! And their son, Barry Junior, who was raised with me as a brother, died at 50 years of age. I will miss him forever.
Age is no respecter of persons. We never know when our ticket is punched, and it is our turn to go to the great beyond. Until then, however, we have an obligation and an opportunity to be our best and do our best on this earth. For however long it lasts for us, this life is short.
This is a short post. I need to go out and celebrate this life and birthday of mine!
If you are reading this, know that I love you!
Happy 65th Birthday to me!