My high school class has a Yahoo group to connect with classmates from yesteryear. It is usually dormant except for an occasional obituary notice.
Yahoo recently announced that it is abolishing such groups, perhaps because Facebook has made them an anachronism. The notice has awakened our group. An old friend of mine volunteered to rejuvenate the internet group on Google, which has brought out thank-yous from around the country.
As each person pops up on the Web, I feel a sense of relief that they are still alive and lucid. Sometimes it is a spouse or friend who joins the group for a now-deceased member of the class of 1962. It is sobering to watch the names appear and wonder why some do not.
One of the tough things about the COVID-19 pandemic is realizing that the virus almost selectively kills off older people. For most young folks, it is an annoyance. The unlucky or sick or terribly obese are its targets from ages 30 to 60. From 60 to 75, you probably fare okay if you started out healthy. But over 75 it is truly a scourge, and that is where I will soon reside.
I swing between the acceptance and rejection of age. One of the most objectionable aspects of Zoom and Skype is that I get to see myself as others see me. I find it different than looking in a mirror in the morning. I expect to look a bit haggard then, and the mirror usually confirms it. But Zoom allows other folks to inspect the configuration of your neck, unless you pull a Pelosi and cover up with a colorful silk scarf. They can see your hair thinning and the expanding sag under your eyes. And maybe they detect the occasional search for the perfect word that used to flow without effort.
But the really weird thing is that on a good day I can ignore all that baggage and feel 35, not 75. I want to go out and shoot baskets. I see no reason why I can’t run six miles before work. And my voice has the timbre of youth.
I do have the privilege of continuing to work and write a blog, which most of my classmates have chosen not to do or have been forced by ailing health or arbitrary bosses to stop doing—unless they are running for President.
Acknowledging my age to myself is awfully scary. I do it, though, every day when I run through my morning prayer ritual and remember friends and family, many of whom died at a younger age than I’ve already attained. The upside for me is to consider that I probably was scheduled to die 12 years ago when I somehow survived a heart attack that is lethal for most people.
Now I get to be what people used to think of as old. I get to wade in the lovely illusion of youth. I daydream of the swish of 10 straight 3-pointers rotating off my fingertips.
Life is strange. I relish it. I cherish it. It’s an amazing privilege to be able to dunk at 75.
Question: Do you feel younger than your age?
Hell YES! I feel like I did in my 40s yet here I am about to turn 66!
Where did all those years go?
I know I never wasted any years and I have pics and memories to prove it to myself (although I never have to). It just seems like the years are going by so much faster than ever and of course they are, when taken in relation to the total.
I guess we all struggle with the idea of only have X number of sunsets (or sunrises) left to enjoy. I guess that’s why I jump on my bike or go for walk to grab every last glimpse of sunset every evening that I can. Not sure what an analyst would tell me that means but to me it’s just a coping mechanism for the inevitability of aging.
As they say….”it beats the alternative!”
I once heard the following Japanese proverb: “Youth has nothing to do with age. It passes only when the desire to learn is lost.” I learn something new every day. Some is good, and some is bad. But, it keeps me young. Stay well Lloyd, and see it in the hoop before you take the shot.
I feel exactly like Daniel, as consider myself 60 years old the last 21 years. Also, I feel great about still learning something every single day just like Marc.
I feel younger than my age until I look in the mirror.
I take the 5th.
I am with Clint Eastwood – never let the old man in. Just finished slalom water skiing 129 days this summer. Next up 30+ hunting days and 30 on the snow. 57 years of age and do not plan to slow down anytime soon. Eat right, manage your weight and stay in decent shape – then you feel good and can enjoy the things most important in your life.
It is getting tougher as the years go by.
Everyday more aches, squeaks and creeks.
Trying my best!
Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Matthew 26:41 KJV