One of the first things I did today was to message my cousin, a guy who when we were growing up, everyone thought was my brother, a happy sixtieth birthday. One of the things I used to tease him about was that for two days, we’d be the same age so he should enjoy it while it lasted because two days from now, he’s back to playing catch-up.
In two days, I’ll be sixty-one and I’m thinking, wow, I’m like an old guy now… but I remain so thankful for my life, that I’ve been so enriched by everything I’ve experienced and continue to experience. It’s not been without some bumps in the road, like surviving a stroke and discovering an aneurysm that had it gone undetected, could have ended my life in about thirty seconds had it ruptured.
God is good; life is good… and it goes on. I’m not going to engage in any hubris and say that I knew I’d be here because one of life’s goals is to hang in here for as long as you can and with all of your facilities intact and functioning as well as being willing and able to do… stuff. Like, I’ll take a break from watching the stuff we DVR’d last night to wake up the Xbox One and spend some time wasting bad guys, chasing my lady around and getting a few thrills messing with her because I do love her so very much and it’s my job to make her laugh and to feel loved and desired.
I remember being asked when I retired and then became disabled what I was gonna do now that I don’t have to bust my ass earning a living and I answered, “I’m going to keep living – what else is there to do that’s more important?” And, God willing, on 21 September 2017, I’ll be back to tell y’all what it’s like to be two days from staring 62 in the face…