Yesterday, October 6th, was my birthday.
(By the way, here’s a hearty thanks to all who stopped by and wished me a happy day!)
I have always paused to reflect on my life, my blessings, my goals (accomplished, or not!), my future, and my “present” on my birthday.
This year was no exception. Except that I truly realized yesterday that I am getting older. Sure, my posture is still pretty good.
Yes, my mind is somewhat alert. And oh yeah, I can still walk fairly fast, ride a bicycle a few miles, and even swim 50 laps.
But the “older” part comes with the sense of simple addition. OK. I am 55. In 10 years I will be 65. In 20 years I will be 75. Get the picture?
Then the other addition. Like, “When Benjamin is 20, I will be 75.”
Wait a minute. When my littlest grandson is a sophomore in college, I will be 75? What!?
And I am sure that there are more grandkids to come. So… I will be 110 when the babies-to-be are getting married and having children of their own?
I guess so.
This, folks, is mortality.
But within this word “mortality,” there is a lot of living to do. And I think of that English proverb: “The fall of a leaf is a whisper to the living.”
And this brings my thoughts back to life. Living.
Just as the fall of a leaf whispers to us about seasons and wind and freedom and change, it also speaks of angels and blessings and wisdom and simplicity.
One of my angels is my cousin Cathy, a beautiful and courageous woman, mother, and friend who lost her life to breast cancer in 2004. Cathy was born on October 30th, 1959.
And as I ponder my birthday, my life and my age, I hear Cathy whispering to me to take care of myself. To get my annual mammogram. To honor all women during this special month of October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, by encouraging all of our family members, friends and loved ones to take the time to listen to the whispers of the leaves falling.
To listen to our angels.
To grab the very essence of life. Every day. Every moment.
So age? It really is nothing but a number. A number that must be met with great enthusiasm just to have had the good fortune and opportunity to shake its hand.
Hello 55. Happy to meet you!
Thanks Cathy. I love you.