I’ve been halfway around the world, seen people wounded, seen some die. I’ve looked down the barrel of a 45 caliber pistol, more than once. I’ve narrowly escaped being killed on the flight deck of the USS Kitty Hawk and yet here I am decades later.
Many friends of mine have died at Litton in Springfield from the acidic chemicals that filled the air in that plant and yet here I am.
I’ve lost my brother Rob who died at 55 years old, his son died at an early age. I’ve lost my parents and grandfather, and yet here I am. I only know 2 people who are older than I am, and yet here I am. I lost the love of my life and yet here I am.
Some people say living to a ripe old age is a blessing; those people are young and don’t know what it’s like getting old and losing the vitality and the ability to do what you loved doing decades ago. Few people could understand what it's like to lose a spouse of 58 years and yet here I am fully aware of what that's like.
I ask the Lord every day why I’m still here and as yet He hasn’t yet answered me. I’d like to know that before I die.
No one knows the why’s but all I know is i will feel blessed for my time on earth but I feel I am ready when ever my time comes.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way. I've had a wonderful life and a wonderful wife. I couldn't ask for more. Now I'm also ready to go whenever the Lord calls. Being 80 years old I can't begin to do the things I loved to do. Even at 55 I could do anything and everything, but that's when things began to change. Every decade I could feel less able to do things I once did without breaking a sweat. Now there's few thing left that I can do. I'm happy to be able to walk and I get out every morning to do so. By afternoon it's too hot go go out any further than to pick up my mail.
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