Grandpa! Wednesday October 24th is Your Birthday! ♥
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...all the best to you my friend....may it be a day of memories and mirth whenever you’re able to celebrate....
Thank you all! Still a day away, local time, and it'll be a day of work. 
At my age, another day on the green side of the grass is a good day!
At my age, another day on the green side of the grass is a good day!
Hope you have a wonderful day!! *Sorry, it's a little smushed. Flight overseas had some turbulence!! 
I wrote this yesterday morning, local time.
It's October 24th where I am, and I slide into my Medicare birthday as easily as my old foot slides into a broken-in shoe.
It's just another day, but that's remarkable enough. Having been through the heart attack in 2011 and a few hundred thousand miles of driving and flying and many states and countries since, my standard comment when asked, "Howya doing?" is, "Every day on the green side of the grass is a good day."
I remember my parents and grandparents at 65. They were old. I'm extraordinarily fortunate. Despite constant self-references as "old man," I don't feel old, not really. Sure, aches and pains sometimes, I'm not as fast, I bruise more easily and heal more slowly, but all that's to be expected. I cannot imagine my parents/grandparents at this age rushing around airports and bustin' over the highway on a regular basis.
And it's not something to be taken for granted, any more than the wonderful family and friends who grace my life. I look back on the morose loner teenager that I was, and it's hard to morph that into the station I have now. But it's happened, and I live in wonder that it has.
Just about every day, I should be reminded by the love of the people around me how precious a healthy existence is. Should be. But no, generally it takes viewing someone in a terribly unfortunate circumstance to remind me that I don't have problems, not really. Literally 99.9% of humans who have ever lived on this rock would be ecstatic for the chance to trade places with me.
As they would be with you. Life is a gift. Use it well.
Thank you, and thank you for your friendship and support over these many years.
I am so lucky.
It's October 24th where I am, and I slide into my Medicare birthday as easily as my old foot slides into a broken-in shoe.
It's just another day, but that's remarkable enough. Having been through the heart attack in 2011 and a few hundred thousand miles of driving and flying and many states and countries since, my standard comment when asked, "Howya doing?" is, "Every day on the green side of the grass is a good day."
I remember my parents and grandparents at 65. They were old. I'm extraordinarily fortunate. Despite constant self-references as "old man," I don't feel old, not really. Sure, aches and pains sometimes, I'm not as fast, I bruise more easily and heal more slowly, but all that's to be expected. I cannot imagine my parents/grandparents at this age rushing around airports and bustin' over the highway on a regular basis.
And it's not something to be taken for granted, any more than the wonderful family and friends who grace my life. I look back on the morose loner teenager that I was, and it's hard to morph that into the station I have now. But it's happened, and I live in wonder that it has.
Just about every day, I should be reminded by the love of the people around me how precious a healthy existence is. Should be. But no, generally it takes viewing someone in a terribly unfortunate circumstance to remind me that I don't have problems, not really. Literally 99.9% of humans who have ever lived on this rock would be ecstatic for the chance to trade places with me.
As they would be with you. Life is a gift. Use it well.
Thank you, and thank you for your friendship and support over these many years.
I am so lucky.
Happy Birthday Grandpa. Please accept my best wishes on your special day.
