In this beloved residence the opportunity to make friends is there for the taking. Together we form not only a place to live, but a community – a special one. The majority of us are old. Instinctively I reach out to others.
As the years lived increase, the years left to me decrease. I cherish my friends, reach out to my acquaintances, and lean on both as I travel the path ahead. To borrow from the old Maxwell House coffee ad that their brew was “Good to the last drop”, I have a different claim. Life is capable of being “Good to the last day.”
Let my New Life thrive!
18 Responses to A New Life
Beautiful, Gram. Love you, Claire.
Let’s drink it all, every drop and savor the moment. It’s the only way to live well! Thanks for your refreshing words, Marjorie!
Right, Elfrieda! I agree – and the older one gets the more one recognizes the importance of every moment. The awareness is a gift that goes with the years – one I never anticipated.
Great to hear from you, Claire, and so glad you like my post. You are the very first one to respond this time. That earns you “Brownie Points” (as we used to say!).
Your attitude has always been amazing. I treasure our relationshipI’m sending loving thoughts your way.
Leone, I’m tuned in to receive loving thoughts whenever they are sent. Tell me, how old was Ruth when she died? At 94 I may be closing in! She was always the person Ruth, not old Ruth! We were all so fortunate to be part of her clan.
Such a wise reminder. Today was about cheering for our little granddaughter as she crossed the finish line in a cross country meet. We were so privileged to be there and then to take our little 12 year old racer out to dinner. Thanks again.
Just wait, Brenda. Sooner than you think it will be great-grandchildren – another type of joy.
Hear, hear! Life is indeed for living 🙂
And granddaughters are such a good part of life! Thanks, Kate.
Such excellent advice, Marjorie. Yesterday a postal clerk with rainbow coloured hair and a disfiguring physical problem took the extra trouble to secure a package for me instead of pushing my purchase of tape back across the counter so I had to struggle with tape and no scissors. It took a couple of minutes and although people were in line behind me she did the task carefully and noticed other little details. In my headlong race through life she slowed me down to appreciate how doing the small things right can smooth the way for the big things. She is making her routine, mundane tasks into multifaceted blessings and your advice today reminds me to be more appreciative. Thank you for blessing my day!
Laurna – Awareness of what is going on in life around us does enrich us, doesn’t it? I don’t think there is a day where someone does not help me, in one way or another. The older I get, the more this happens.
Such a beautiful, tender and bitter-sweet observation, Marjorie. Thank you for articulating the choices we all have to make to save and prolong the juice of life. It IS very sweet, and needs to be savoured.
Our observations often click, don’t they, Bruce? Thanks for keeping me from throwing my computer out when it won’t do what I wish. For sure that helps me prolong my ability to enjoy the “juice of life”.
I admire your attitude ! May we all learn from you to appreciate what we have. I got so tired of clients complaining how ” it is no fun to be old” Dare I say, I’ll bet they had no fun when they were young either?? Take care. Alison
Alison, I admit to being irked when I hear that old saying being sung, “It’s no fun to be old”, or its sidekick, “The good old days”. My experience is that every different segment of my life produced opportunities and problems, sorrows and joys, peace and wars, loneliness and love. Sometimes we just have to ride it out and take what comes, but often we can choose the path we want! That means successes, failures, and constant learning – but at the very least life is interesting. Old age is just another segment.
Beautiful words Marjorie! The reminders to treasure not only the days and hours and minutes but the seconds…..
Thank you always for the wonderful inspirations!
Talib and Driving Miss Daisy are doing well. And so is my new hip 🙂
Thinking of you
Hi there Sue. I have heard via the DMD grapevine that things are going well with you and yours. Being aware of all about you is a great thing. Remember that old cowboy song “You’ve got to know when to play and when throw in, when to stay and when to run” – or something like that. Recovering from a hip operation must give you practice in that art! Keep it up. (Ed’s note: Kenny Rogers, The Gambler – “You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.”