Today is an important day in my life; I officially become an octogenarian. How long is eighty years? I now know. I can look back over my life and see how I have been blessed with good health, good friends, a good wife, three caring daughters, eight extraordinary grandchildren, and a wonderful family, five generations before and after me. And now I look to the future and ask myself, “How long?”
How long can I order and plant bulbs for the next spring?
How long can I jitterbug with my Arranger?
How long can I double-date with my granddaughter and the young man in her life?
How long can I hit a backhand down the line for a winner?
How long can I haunt the garden centers for new plants to put in my garden?
How long until I finish my SciFi novel?
How long can I play my favorite song on my baritone ukulele?
How long can I listen to the bird symphony in my garden?
How long can I walk a mile every day?
How long can I dig and water and prune and weed, ignoring a sore back?
How long can I sit and listen to one of the great violin concertos?
How long can I have a grandson over for Sunday dinner?
How long can I get down on my knees to pray, to give thanks for these blessings?
I don’t know how long I will be able to do these things that bring me such joy, but I am going to do my best to keep at it.