Just read a good blog on things to consider as we age. I like to add a few suggestions:
I cared for a 90+ lady, named Ann, for a while. She asked me to make some notes on her holiday cards. My favorite was to her highschool friend: “write...I’m still here.” Then she said “there are only 2 of us now left from that class.” Our circles of friends may get smaller as we age. Keeping in touch is important.
I was recently located by my college roommate after 40 years. Wow! I tried to find her, but her name had changed and she had moved. I am so glad her sister found me on social media. She is now a widow of 3 years caring for 2 elderly parents by herself. She is still the cheerful butterfly I remembered in school, when we were art students. We still share a passion for beautiful things. It’s as though we never parted. We are 3 hours apart by car and it’s hard for us to get physically together, so we will call and FaceTime to stay connected. She called last night. I was thrilled to hear her voice. She texts me too.
Make new friends
I have a friend who is a guy living across the pond (the Atlantic pond). We met 9 years ago. We share faith in our Friend, Jesus. We have traveled to each other’s country to visit and now visit via Skype. I have several faith friends, they are great encouragers.
Keep the old
When I was very young I learned a ditty: Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.
My husband is my friend of 45 years. He is almost retired as a chef. He is a loving husband, dad and doting granddad. He is good with his hands. Not only can he cook, he built his own boat. I could not do that, but I can manage the money, so we complement each other in our skills. And we both like fishing. We are currently living in very small quarters while we plan to build a house. Some of our other friends marvel that we can live so close together and take on such a challenge at our age. I keep telling them and myself, I am only 29 on the inside.
I have friends young and old, too many to name here today. One of my friends was a friend of my late mom, who plays the piano when I visit. We share memories. We both love music.
My best buddy is 4. “Gram, did you crochet that?” she asks, admiring my blanket.
“Yes, I did,” so glad she noticed.
“I crochet,” she says proudly.
(“Mom, she has lace-up cards she calls her crochet.” my daughter, my friend, quietly explains.) I am thinking, hey, my little buddy and I are colleagues who like to share our creative side. Together we are ageless.
I believe friends keep us young. I like having a lot of them. Could we be friends?
One is silver….
…..the other gold.
My late BFF Lee pictured above with her granddaughter. Lee was a lot older than me. We worked together 7 years. She was a great mentor, a sharing, caring person. We maintained our relationship even after I relocated. We would remain friends for 39 years. About Lee, a mutual friend said: “some people collect nik-naks. Lee collected people.” Lee was a faith friend. I will see her again someday.