I took a week off from blogging last week. You know. Life stuff.
Only in this case, it was pretty much the opposite. My Aunt Maxine passed away a couple of weeks ago. Last week our family gathered to pay our last respects to her. It was a good funeral, paying homage to a fine lady who I always remember for her kind words and quick smile. I got to see some family members I haven’t seen in quite a while, many of whom spoke to me about their memories of my father (who passed away last February), and how much they missed him as well.
And while I shared a few rarified minutes with the scattered family, it occurred to me that I’m entering a new phase of my life. When I was younger, getting together with them was usually time spent on vacations, travelling from one home to another, visiting grandparents, aunts and uncles. But my grandparents are gone now. The old road trips are harder on the body now than when I was a kid. The thoughts made me sad for a while. Getting older is one helluva wake up, looking in that mirror – seeing the gray hair that wasn’t there just yesterday, it seems.
But the sadness didn’t last, and it didn’t take long for me to realize that the gray hair in the mirror also serves as a reminder that I am now one of the grandparents. I’ve known the pleasure of seeing my children have children of their own – seeing them grow into their own lives.
Sure, I suppose I could get all maudlin, lamenting the fact that I’m getting older, and there are definitely aspects of aging that I’m not too wild about. But I love seeing my kids grow up. I love seeing them come into their own. I love the fact that I’ve reached a point in my life where I can begin pursuing my dream of writing for a living. I love waking up, hauling my often aching butt out of bed, and being able to step outside and see a beautiful sky full of pre-dawn stars, watching the sunrise over the trees to the east, and seeing the sunsets in the evening.
And while I miss having the kids in the house, I accept that their lives and ours have moved us all away from one another. And once more, I look forward to those vacations where the family gets together. Especially since the kids are now old enough to do a lot of the driving. J The truth is, I have a wonderful life. I’m living in a great little town, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would. MBH and I have a wonderful home, in a beautiful location, and I have the love of a fantastic wife.
Yeah, I’m getting older. We all are. It’s called life – and life is good!
So I love you Aunt Maxine, and I’ll see you again. But not for a while. There’s still a lot for me to do here.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some more writing to do. Stay safe, everyone.