You look so good! I hear that all the time, always salted with surprise. So I turn 94 in August. Big deal. Centenarians are popping up all over. Old ain’t what it used to be.
Check grave markers in any 1800’s cemetery. Life expectancy keeps increasing. A world of potential spreads before today’s elderly and I’m grabbing as much as I can hold.
I have my theology down pat: Mystery, Sovereign Grace, and Incarnation. That’s it. Hang the details. If your favorite doctrine hides in my Mystery bin, so be it. My genetic mix along with medical advances have spared me the debilitating woes so evident in many my age.
Over the years I beat an out-of-sync heart, colon cancer, blurry eyes, mumbling friends (I got hearing aids), a life-threatening stone, and wobbling of brain and spirit. All my spare parts work. What more could one ask?
Once I aspired to write The Seven Days of Man. The book would assign life qualities to seven periods from cradle to grave.Then I learned Solomon and Shakespeare beat me to it. According to my book, I’m at Friday evening–still vita but fading. Practicing three principles helps slow the fade: honest acceptance, responsible expectations, and perpetual gratitude.
Old is for real. Platitudes can’t change that. I’m on life support, sustained by a pacemaker, belly bag, eye-implants, hearing aids, fake hips, cane and walker with a wheelchair on standby. But my brain and spirit still fly!
I have never been more content, happy, and fulfilled in my long years. No geezer on earth has it better. Thank you family and beloved friends. You keep me perking along.
Old Grandpa Lloyd