I started to write this night a friend just a few years older than I came over to tell us his cancer had recurred and he would be trying a new treatment that isn’t as debilitating as chemotherapy. As he stroked Riley, he mentioned that the and his wife had discussed her impending retirement and had jointly decided that she would hold off on retiring until they see how well the treatment is working. If it works, she’ll retire, but if not?.
“If I pass, I don’t want her to be alone in the house and depressed,” he told us. “She has many good friends at work and it would be better for her to remain connected with them on a daily basis.”
“If I pass….”
Shocked silent, that’s what I was. Sober. And a little off-balance. It was one of those moments when I realized that this is the kind of discussion I’d never thought about before. Because we were young and vibrantly living life. Now, that talk and others like it are going on throughout the Boomer generation. We’re truly not that young any more.
Sure, there are all the little signs of aging, but this one thing brought it all home in a serious way. Dead serious, you might say.
The next morning, I heard Thunder Road. As I was thinking about the lyrics, I noticed a birthday for someone I’ve known a long time on Facebook. We’d lost touch when she moved a few years ago but I had many wonderful happy memories of hilarious times spent with her and her husband in the mid- and late 1980s. I went over to her FB page to wish her a happy day and discovered she’d passed a few months ago.
Gone. Just 75.
Not that young anymore
I didn’t have much to say the rest of the day. Instead, I spent much of it reminiscing about the old days with my late friend, reliving some of the most hilarious times, and thinking about her, her mother, her husband and her kids. I knew them all back in the day, when we were younger. Some 30 years younger.
And I also thought about my friend and his treatment, and the talk he and his wife had.
I’m old enough now that when I look at my life I see a multi-colored tapestry. Each person I’ve known is part of the pattern and when I look back at it, the memories of our time together come alive.
I’m living fully and out loud, so I’ll have no regrets when its my time. I’m giving back through my business. And I’m traveling with my husband and friends all year. A lot.
These friends are still young in my memory and young in fact.
And now, forever young.