http://arlinc.us/eHAETI “Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.” – French Proverb
http://budget.guitars/36939-i-pill-price.html I’m been thinking a lot about life and death this past week. As my grandmother used to say, “New ones are born and old ones die.” Sometimes the ones who die are not ‘old’ ones though. Sometimes they are too young and we are not ready for them to go. I bet God gets a lot of questions on that subject.
chloroquine tablet australia My brother, Jeff, was 41 almost 42, when he died. Today would have been his 50th birthday. He never got the chance to reach this “youth of old age” milestone birthday where we stand back to evaluate our lives and see what we have and haven’t done…and what we still need to do.
He did love birthdays though…his, mine and everyone else’s…and he loved celebrating them. Every year on my birthday I would wait for it…the (land line) phone would ring and after I said “hello” I would hear, “You are getting so damn old!” And then he would laugh that great belly laugh of his that always made me laugh too.
One year in my birthday card, he made a list of old things to compare me to…fossils, mummies, the pyramids, Java man… Yes, he was THAT little brother!
According to the U. S. Census Bureau, the average life expectancy for the almost 319,000,000 Americans right now is 78 years…80 years for women and 75 years for men. This number is projected to get higher for both sexes by the year 2015 and even higher by 2020.
During the early part of the 20th century, the average life expectancy for men and women was 50 years. Throughout that century, improvements in nutrition, medicine and our quality of life extended life expectancies far beyond the age of 50. For modern Americans, turning 50 is a time for the second half of our lives to begin so we can enjoy grandchildren and do all the things we didn’t get to do earlier in life.
Two days ago, Jeff became a grandfather. We don’t know exactly what happens to our spirits, our essence, when we leave this earth. But knowing my brother, he is somewhere up in heaven high fiving God and passing out cigars in celebration of the birth of his new granddaughter, Audrey Anna Smith.
Which leads me back to where I started…what’s left of a life when it’s over?
Since we are bonded through love with people, and if love truly is eternal, the love we share with others will not cease to exist with death. What’s left of a life when it’s over, are the people we’ve loved and the memories we’ve made on this earth.
The enduring gifts of our loved ones are the treasured memories of shared moments, the work they did in this world and its impact on others, the love they gave us, and the lessons we learned from them and their life…as well as from their passing.
We move forward and learn to live again by finding meaning in our loss and by finding meaning in the lives of our loved ones. And every so often, we glimpse them again in the blue eyes of a daughter or the laughter of a son…or in the kindness of others who also knew and loved them.
My niece, Jessica and her daughter, Audrey
*Author’s note: I am now a great-aunt!