Sixty feels like fifty-nine

I am no longer in my fifties. I know many reading this may have passed this threshold. More than being one day older, the milestone has caused a lot of reflection.

My boyhood friends that last to this day also turned sixty this year, with me the final entrant. We were reflecting on boyhood moments and achievements that seem like they were just yesterday. Reminding each other of what each remembers about an event is an interesting exercise as perspectives vary. I remember something that a friend forgot about it and vice versa.

Old friends are treasures. We cannot talk or text for a couple of months and pick up conversation as if no time had elapsed. We are like an old pair of jeans that are broken in real well.

With that said, my best friend is the one I married. My wife of thirty-three years is a constant. She grounds me and keeps me sane while driving me crazy on occasion. She is the best of listeners, one of those “rainy day people” that Gordon Lightfoot sang about. She makes me laugh.

We have had some family challenges like all families do, so we seem to always have a ball drop while we are juggling many. The other day, I sat down after putting a lid on one issue and had solace for eight minutes until the phone rang. After hanging up, I told my wife – eight minutes of solace.

I guess turning sixty reminds me of our recent loss that is painful for my wife and me. Her brother Joe passed away almost three weeks ago at the young age of 61.
He died young, but his body was hurting. She loved and admired her brother greatly.

We don’t know how much time we have. We just have to make the best of it. We need to live our lives with intent, not being a passenger in our own lives. We need to savor our friends and family. I hope many years remain for all of us. And, I want to thank all of my blogging friends for sharing their insights and stories.

23 thoughts on “Sixty feels like fifty-nine

  1. 60? You Spring chicken,you. In 2011 I retired at 65 and until now at 72 (Oct. 3) these have been the very best years of my life, health-wise and interest-wise. I get to choose what I do with my life now, and each day is full of exciting possibilities. So, get ready for the time of your life. It’s not how long we have it’s what we do with it, and there is no lack of opportunities to “do” wherever we turn. Welcome to the ‘golden’ years, Keith and happy birthday.

  2. β™« HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Old Man!!! β™« 🎈 🎈 πŸŽ‚ 🎁

    Your reflections are good … I think much the same, and when I find the quiet in which to ponder, my one hope is that while I am still here I can somehow make a contribution, leave some little corner of the world a bit better. You got a full 8 minutes of solace??? I am so jealous! πŸ˜‰

    Again … Happy Birthday, dear friend … my life is just a bit richer for knowing you.

  3. Happy birthday, Keith. I love your analogy of old friend and old jeans. Perfect.

    My former husband died at 61, too. We were divorced but I still considered him my best friend. It was sudden and utterly stunning to all his loved ones. His brother had died just as weirdly when he was but a strapping 51. I learned from both of them, and countless colleagues who died within 2 years before or after retirement, that life is indeed precious and ephemeral. I try hard to live in the moment. Which is also a crucial survival strategy for the mayhem we’re living through these days.

  4. Note to Readers: One of my friends who serves people in need, sold his business when was age 50 after reading “Halftime.” The book asks a simple question – what do you want to do with second half of your life? It is never to early to ask yourself this question. In my Kismet moment at age 40, I was asked by a friend (who I saw yesterday), if I knew of anyone who wanted to join a board of directors for a non-profit that helped homeless families. I had just read “Street Lawyer,” by John Grisham about an attorney who helped people in need, so I accepted the offer. I am a better person for it.

  5. Happy Birthday! I passed 60 a few years ago, much to the surprise of the man I am seeing. We celebrated his 60th birthday this year. I always embraced each age. 60 was different, To be honest, it took about 3 years to fully embrace this new chapter. These years have led to many wonderful new discoveries as I continue to buck expectations. The only trouble now is that I get tired! I am always looking for new ways to harness my energy. I have also experienced many losses. It takes a tool. I can’t deny that it doesn’t make me happy that it also reminds me of how much closer I am to the other end of life.

    • Many thanks. Friends and family passing do put a perspective on things. My wife has taken her brother’s death hard. Best wishes on bucking expectations.

  6. Dear Keith,

    Happy Birthday! You don’t turn 60 every day. You are blessed with a wonderful wife/ friend and other life-long friends. Many would say you are truly a rich man.

    Thanks for the reminder that every day is precious.

    Hugs, Gronda

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