Wings

It seems I have achieved yet another milestone in my life. While pulling my arm through my t-shirt I noticed two things. First, I now have skin wings dangling from under my arms. And second, I am beginning to develop crepe paper skin. Now these are the sort of things we used to make fun of our Grandma’s about. But I must admit, it’s still kinda funny. My bride thinks I’ve lost my mind when I show off “my wings” to the grandkids. But to me it just brings back fond memories of two women that I dearly loved. 

Growing old “ain’t worth a shit”, I’ll be the first to admit that. At first it was my eyes, then pretty much everything else. I suppose it all depends on how you look at aging. For a few folks I know, it’s fight, fight, fight all the way. For others it’s deny, deny, deny. I suppose I’ve just accepted growing old as a part of living. Now I’m not really concerned about the quantity time I have left, as much as the quality of the time I have left. Standing at death’s door some four years ago, relieved me of a lot of burdens. For one it gave me a whole new perspective on how to use my time. 
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I suppose what I’m saying is, be wise with your time. I know we all have chores to do, but making moments to love or say a kind word are just as important. Don’t allow yourself to come to a point where you realize there’s no more time. Cherish these moments, learn to laugh at yourself. Show off your wings, and learn to pass along the joy and wisdom you were given