The day has arrived. I never expected to live past 50 much less to 61. I don't feel that old. I don't know if I look it or not. I think of my mother when I was younger watching her grow older. She looked old at 50. It always made me wonder what I would look like as I aged. I watched my brothers grow old. My sister died when we were all young.
Birthdays mean something different as you age. Filled with more reflection that with future dreams. At some point you stop trying to plan and become content with what is. Family grows thinner, less involved. Too busy with their own lives to be a part of yours.
Often Wondering if you have outlived your usefulness.
Blessed by God
Life continues @ the Bright Side of the Barn
Thanks for Stopping by
Until next time, Stay safe and Happy Trails.
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