I guess I have been feeling my age lately. I have a lot of memories flooding over me as my birth “golden” anniversary is in the semi-near future (ok it’s a lot closer than I want to admit).
I get tired easier, I take vitamins, well…you know….
I really never put a thought to what age means. Some people mature on different levels, or so I’ve always been told. And truly up to this point I’ve never given it any thought.
Alot of my friend’s and classmates, fellow dormies, have achieved that “golden” age and they appear to be okay, so why am I having such a hard time with it?
I guess, because I don’t really wanna get old. Maybe because I don’t think I have ever really grown up. Well really, I was 4 feet 11 inches tall when I was 16, and I am STILL 4 feet 11 inches tall (Oh GOSH am I shrinking?…that comes with older age.) Maybe because when my Dad says my name I still feel like that lil’ girl in trouble for something……or maybe not.
Because maybe I’m not in the same “shape” I was when I was say 20 or so, ok so some things have spread further than others.
The fact that I am a Mother, well….THAT makes me old, sorta, it certainly gave me some grey hairs. (Thanks, to all of you!). I’m really glad I have a GREAT hairdresser who colors my hair so none of those grey ones pop up, (ok so I might wait a little long and go in with that “skunk stripe”) But she takes care of me.
I think what REALLY scares me about my upcoming birth anniversary is what I did to the Electrician for his “Golden Anniversary”, especially when he told me “paybacks are hell woman”.
So for tonite I will STOP thinking about my natal anniversary and remember that I had a FANTASTIC day with Momma, but that is another post for a different day. My day had it’s up’s and downs, just like every day does. It’s the road not everyone travels.
See this? Well this was in the year 1979, the year I graduated. This would be my cousin Tracie Anders Collins. She flew all the way from Illinois to England, to watch my happy butt Graduate from High School. It was an experience to her and daily living for me. You see, I had grown up in England, and she grew up in Illinois with her family (my cousins and my Grandma).
Tracie and I were pen-pals for so many years I can’t even begin to explain. She lived in the town and grew up in the town that I now live in.
Over the years Tracie and I have kept in touch, she’s part of my “heritage”, and I love her dearly. Today, my cousin Tracie finished a 60 mile walk for Cancer. She did it because so many of her class-mates have got the disease and died from the disease…Tracie, came to visit this past summer. She came back to her childhood home, which the Farmer bought and now lives in. I think it was kind of wierd to her, I completely understand that…..
We had a short visit that I think we both wanted a little more out of but, time has it’s way with us…huh…She had to visit so many people in the small amount of time that she had, and I am thankful for the time we had together. The last time I saw her…
Basically this post is to tell my relative…the would be you Tracie…how Proud I am of you on your accomplishment. In Tracie’s own words….
“I made it but can’t walk,
Muscles, legs did good. But, have blisters on 7 of 10 toes. Won’t post pictures. Going to lose at least 3 toe nails. Barb was a true friend and my hand through the whole walk. She is remarkable. Thank you Brandy and Patrick for being at finish line. Thank you TIM for babying me. Thanks Bev for spoiling us. Thanks Courtney for inspiring me. Thanks Cheryl for being my hero. Thanks ALL for your prayers and support”
This woman just walked 60 miles for a cause she believes in and THAT inspires me…..
Love you Tracie…:):)