I knew it was coming a few years ago. I gave up fighting the waist line and playing basketball and sports in general. It wasn’t so much the physical stress that affected me as much as the mental stress. I was not ready for the mental slow down.
I turned 65 without much fan fare but a nice birthday party and good fellowship with friends and my wife of 40 years. My, how the time has flown by. Seems like only yesterday I was at the top of my game. I showed others how to succeed and taught others how to live life to the fullest. Now, I am being shown, very graciously by others, how to sit back and let someone else take control of the situation and life’s challenges.
I sit in amazement at the computers and applications that I see interact effortlessly with the younger generation while I struggle with email and face-book and all of the smart phones. I recall, much to the younger generation’s chagrin, how I made it through life without any of these fancy gadgets, but deep inside, wish I could handle the information age with as much ease as they do.
I am forced, by my physical limitations and also my mental limitations, to stand down while my mind still tries to handle situations like I did 40 years ago. Am I ready to give up? No way!
I am ready to enter a new phase in my life. It requires walking away from all of the electronic gadgets and life style that I have grown dependent on. It requires walking toward my children, grandchildren, and wife to re-discover the fun filled weekends, the evening games, the holding of hands, and the enjoyment I get when I just stay close to her. After all, she is the one who gave me meaning and direction when I met her. We have raised her 3 children, adopted 4 more, and fostered several more. What a fulfillment I have received from marrying her.
All of my life was planned to work toward retirement. Now, slowing down has to be planned as well. I have a fear of becoming not needed. Not a big fear but somewhat a fear of being left out. I watched as my parents aged and then passed on. I watched as Robert and Mary, who were so vibrant and independent, slowly wind their life down in a nursing home. How many times I prayed they would pass on without the indignity of nursing home care that is inevitable.
So, the problem is learning to stay busy and focused with purpose. I must adapt and change over to a different mindset and mental strategy. I must find purpose when it is not obvious, keep applying myself to things I can do and be good at.
I am good at building relationships because I have spent the last 40 years building relationships with friends and families. I am good at being a grandparent because I love kids and enjoy being around them. I am good at being a parent because no matter how old I get, they are still my children. I am good at loving life and enjoying the day. I am good at flying, since I haven’t crashed, fishing, picnics, and just having a good time. I am good at living.
When I think my retirement through, I am happy I have made it this far. I am looking forward to entering the autumn of my life. Winter is still some time away and I plan on enjoying this autumn to the fullest. I may be older and slower but I am more matured and have had more experience in having fun and enjoying life than my younger friends.
I think I will go and find the love of my life and see what mischief I can get into. Yes sir, I think this is one autumn I am looking forward to.





