So I haven’t written for a while because I’ve been busy turning the big 6-0. This has been a big deal for me. 50 seemed like the minor leagues, a mere warmup to what turning 60 suggests.
So I think I’ll write a short series on issues turning 60. Trust me, this is not a whining session or a feel sorry for me opportunity, but rather the reporting of life through the lenses of one newly minted 60 year old.
I wanted to see what people more articulate than me have said about 60. I have put them in two categories, trash and save.
“You know you’re turning 60 when your husband wants a DNA sample to make sure you’re the same woman he married.”
“When you hit 60 other people say you look great, then add, “for your age.”’
“You know you’re 60 when your liver spots are starting to make you look like a Dalmatian.”
“Turning 60 means fortune tellers read your face instead of your palm.”
(Ageism is alive, yes indeed.)
But there are those who say wise and uplifting words about getting older
“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln)
“What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.” (Brigitte Bardot)
“You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.” (George Burns)
The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. “(Robert Browning)
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one
God bless our love
God bless our love
Grow old along with me
Two branches of one tree
Face the setting sun
When the day is done
God bless our love
God bless our love
Spending our lives together
Man and wife together
World without end
World without end
Grow old along with me
Whatever fate decrees
We will see it through
For our love is true
God bless our love
God bless our love
Living Life - One Song Title at a Time 