Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
At 75, I have lost my youth. It won’t come back in this life.
In my youth, I could play in a tennis, doubles match for hours and singles in shorter bursts. Today, my low back spasms after hitting one serve. That accelerating first step towards the ball is non-existent. The painless, tennis serve won’t be happening without surgery that may not work.
Then, I could eat whatever struck my fancy without concern for my blood glucose. That practice went south about a dozen years ago.
Then, I could go upstairs to a room and consistently remember why I made the trip. Most names came to me easily. Those skills have withered slowly, thank God.
I could use my hands without arthritic pain. That doesn’t happen much anymore.
But, what I do have are the gifts of life, a spouse, a home, two children and two grandchildren. They are…
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