"I’m keenly aware of the fact that I’m in the last part of my life, however long or short it turns out to be, and I’m not sure what story to tell myself about that."
I do so love how many of these wonderful questionnaires are with folks who live in Upstate. Even though it would in actuality take hours to get from where I am to where you are it still makes me feel like, Oh! What wonderful neighbors I have! :)
wonderful post tho I have expressed many times how annoying these questions are to me tho they elicit such great responses like these. tho these, this one makes me kinda sad tho I remember turning 60 was the worst so far and I hope ever. it did see like it was over all, everything but fear not, it just gets eventually so much better, especially when the numbers fall away completely which they do, trust me, you are WRONG. its not the last part of your life. thats just the beginning of the next part. again. trust me.
Nice. I (62 in September) felt a wonderful sense of serenity after reading her thoughtful, calm responses. This is such a great series and it’s introduced me to people I’ve never heard of and perspectives that remind we we are all human together.
>>I recently realized that I often relate to people in their 30s as if we were peers, going through the same things, at the same moment in our lives. I have to stop and remind myself that they see me as more their parents’ age (or grandparents?).
I really identify with this bit. It reminds me of why I miss offices (last week's post) -- the interaction with people in their 30s. Without that forcing function, we're not often thrown together.
I do so love how many of these wonderful questionnaires are with folks who live in Upstate. Even though it would in actuality take hours to get from where I am to where you are it still makes me feel like, Oh! What wonderful neighbors I have! :)
wonderful post tho I have expressed many times how annoying these questions are to me tho they elicit such great responses like these. tho these, this one makes me kinda sad tho I remember turning 60 was the worst so far and I hope ever. it did see like it was over all, everything but fear not, it just gets eventually so much better, especially when the numbers fall away completely which they do, trust me, you are WRONG. its not the last part of your life. thats just the beginning of the next part. again. trust me.
Nice. I (62 in September) felt a wonderful sense of serenity after reading her thoughtful, calm responses. This is such a great series and it’s introduced me to people I’ve never heard of and perspectives that remind we we are all human together.
>>I recently realized that I often relate to people in their 30s as if we were peers, going through the same things, at the same moment in our lives. I have to stop and remind myself that they see me as more their parents’ age (or grandparents?).
I really identify with this bit. It reminds me of why I miss offices (last week's post) -- the interaction with people in their 30s. Without that forcing function, we're not often thrown together.
Sari, I love these interviews immensely! I am 57 in years around the sun and 35 in my mind.
Harriet’s comments on beauty routines hit the mark with me.
Thank you for the reminders with each interview that life is a gift and our stories matter.
I appreciate you.
PS. Got the Oldster tshirt; great quality and design!
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"THIS LIFE" by David Guilbault
Time has come to be a sage.
To write this book.
To fill this page.
But, my story can’t be drawn,
As memories fade.
With remembrances gone.
What do I have to say?
What was this, anyway?
This life?
These loves?
These times?
There is so much I could tell,
If only my past
Wasn’t lost in a swell.
The mist of time’s a feral thief,
Robbing my mind.
Of what it has seen.
Impressions, one by one.
All of them on the run.
From this life,
These loves,
These times.
I’m forgetting, day by day.
The roles I made and the parts I played
In this life,
These loves,
These times.
This cruelty should not be,
To strip a soul
Of its memories.
I can’t cherish what has been,
If I can’t recall.
The where and the when.
So, I curse the God above,
Who thought it wise to rob me of
This life,
These loves,
These times.
"This Life" © 2021 David Guilbault