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On My 87th Birthday
Reflections on Life and Love

On Growing Older...Looking for the Bird of YOUTH
I wonder where that Bird Of Youth goes to in his old age!

You are only old…if you think you’re old! Age really is all in the mind...I just don't think about it...except when I can get a Senior Citizen discount!! Don't look it...or feel it...or make allowances for it...or have changed my life in any way, through the years. Maybe a little slower getting where I want to go...but I was always late in my 20's and no different in my 80's.
I still drive myself wherever I want to go...and drive my friends who have given up driving, to shop or Dr's appointments. I expect to be doing it until they take my license away when I'm 99!

How shallow we are as a society. We tend to ignore or discard that which is past its prime!

Beauty should have no seasons. Long after the facade has faded, the core/essence of what we/it were that inspired us, still remains ..if only in memory. Think of great paintings, a Baby’s smile, a rose, our wedding day, music,. the first snowfall etc...and yes...even a beautiful woman! As long as we can see them in our mind’s eye...they live, frozen in time forever...just as they were. Funny thing is, I don't really think of myself as being 87!! If ya don't think about's not happening! Most people that do dwell on it...retreat from life because they think it's they have an excuse to vegetate!

It has a lot to do with how you feel about yourself...and more you let the world treat you! If you allow yourself to be relegated to the dust bin just because you're older...that's what will happen. I refuse to succumb to that philosophy, as age is all in the mind...and I'm still 40! That's an ideal age for a woman by the way...Not too young to be
uninteresting and not to old to have your opinions disregarded!

As you can see...there are no rocking chairs in my house!

On Youth and Age

The older I get...and hopefully that will last quite a while...the more I realize that I wasted so much of my youth thinking I had a lifetime to catch up. Not so. Youth is the time to take the bull by the horns and follow your always have tomorrow to put it right.

So heed these pearls from Granny's lips and live your dreams NOW...tomorrow may never come!

On Borrowed Time

At my stage of life, you become more and more aware of the time you have left on this earth and become more introspective every day. Fortunately...your memory tends to fade a bit and wonder of always remember the good things you did in life...Freudian perhaps?

I try not to dwell on the end of life as a rule...but to look forward to each day as a gift. No matter the cards we are dealt in life...there are some things we cannot change...they are out of our control to some extent. As the ole weather man said..."can't do much about the weather...'cept tell you what to expect"...The season's change whether we want them to or we will just have to accept them...sunny or stormy and go with the flow.

However...we can control how we deal with these events and try to either ignore them and carry on in spite of determined to overcome them by applying all our energy into proving fate wrong!
It isn't just coincidence that most great men and artists did just that!

It's a tragedy that we aren't born with the knowledge that we develop over a lifetime! I've learned more and accomplished more in my sunset years, than all my Springs put together! How sad that we become so wise, with so little time left to benefit from it. I for one however, intend to do just whatever time the good Lord gives me. . Besides...I'm least I tell myself that every know, positive thinking and all that. I’m just annoyed that some fabulous "youth" pill will be discovered fifteen minutes after I'm gone!!!!
On Love

Love is a precious gift, to be cherished and treasured.

Everyone needs it...but not everyone recognizes it when they receive it. A small kind gesture from a stranger, a hug from a friend, a child’s hand in yours, Prayer, are all marks of love. We must live each day as if it were our love to the people we love, and hope and compassion for the people who need it. One never knows when the bell will toll for us (or them) and we know we will have no regrets either way!

And if we’re very, very lucky…true love…which is rare indeed…will follow us into the after life forever!


I have always found that my greatest escape from outside influences is my faith in capabilities, my ability to choose for myself what I will tolerate...keeping in mind whatever frailties I may have and most of all, respect for myself whatever my circumstances, and expecting respect in return!

The seeds we sow in life become the fruit that flourish or die if we are lucky enough to reach old age!

Summing up Rage...Rage against the may work for awhile...and my personal choice. However, that Grim Reaper... or his brother Father Time...inevitably win in the end! (But not without a fight from me I assure you!)
LIVE IN THE MOMENT…that is all that we have left!

Copyright© 2015 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Grandma Bea

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