I find it interesting how our culture puts so much value on vintage things but not vintage people. Elders are often dismissed. Youth is revered. On a construction job recently a contractor told my 71-year-old husband that he was “outdated” -never mind that he finished his work smoothly and on time.
Us older folks? Beneath our innocuous, wrinkled, gray, balding exteriors is a wealth of experience and wisdom. The boomers of today were the changemakers and protestors of yesteryear. My body is more fragile now but in return is insight and wisdom. Contentment has replaced the incessant searching of youth. With a wealth of experience comes stories to be told. Want to be entertained? Drum up some conversation with an older person you would otherwise ignore
I let my hair go gray during covid ready to embrace my age. Why hide it? There is nothing to be ashamed about. This is me, I’ve survived and I have thrived.
Then, there’s something to be said of the people that can still navigate the world when the power goes out.
Of another era
imbued with nostalgia
more durable than
rich of character
an exterior well worn
making it precious
an artifact even
the most valuable
the thickest layer of dust
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Please do not apologize to me for your physical state as you leave this world. Yours is not an enviable path, your body rigid from Parkinson’s, your lungs compromised from the pneumonia that finally will be the demise of your 91 year life.
Yes, I am bearing witness to your diminished body, reliant on the hands of others. But my memories of you will be fonder ones. You were a man of great stature and heart, a man who took the time to read me my favorite Dr. Suess books over and over and over again when I was a little girl. Perhaps that’s where I got my quirky imagination? You were the one who tucked me in, put me on the handle bars of rented bicycles in Yosemite. All those family camping trips? Those led to my love of nature & the outdoors & for that I am so grateful . You helped move me from college and helped me pack for my new life in Alaska. I looked forward to those care packages from you. When I needed comfort in a far off place, yours was the voice I could count on.
Thank you for your generous spirit that manifested itself in many ways . Thank you for not criticising my numerous stupid decisions in life, preferring to be my cheerleader. Thank you for being a good grandpa to my son.
I am grateful that you found your true love, that you lived life large and got to travel to exotic places. You are leaving this life with more friends that I can count. There’s a bright mark you left on the world and we will feel a void when you depart. Leave it to you that in the end you can still crack a good joke.
I am grateful for morphine and hospice care.
It is me that wants to apologize to you. I am sorry that you have to end your long life in such an uncomfotable manner. But lets just skip all those apologies. May you leave this life knowing that you were loved and admired by many, including myself. Congratulations on a life well lived.
Thank you for being my father.
IN HONOR OF BRUCE PASS
December 7, 1925 – May 5, 2017