The Uss Independence, I was aboard for a couple years. The Old Man was "Captain Hill."
In the military the Commanding officer was always referred to as "The Old Man". I am not a commanding officer now, but I am "The Old Man" in our family. There is a very hard part of growing old. For the most part my life is medicine and problem free. I am older than my Doctor. I am also older than his father. My health puts my doctor's appointments more on a level of just talking and a good visit.
As you know I have bitched and gripped about this crazy head of mine. I am a firm believer if you are a logical person and listen to your body, you will know when THAT time has come to DO SOMETHING. At present I don’t think that time is here.
This week my girl said, "I need to see a doctor!" So she did. She was right. The Doctor diagnosed her problem as exactly what she said. His prescription has started to ease her. She is a smart girl. I have been married to her over 63 years now and have learned that FEMALEs have a much more complex body than us boys. Age adds more problems to girls than us OLD MEN as a rule (MY OPINION!) (NO I don’t know why there are more old women than old men! It might be that stubborn streak thing that I do not have!)
The reason for this load of stuff is, AGE. Growing up, aging, I had friends. We played together, worked together. I respected Uncles and Aunts and older people. I attended funerals of these old people. I remember family and friends who were at the funerals. That is what happened to all those old people, they died and were buried.
You see in the last few years, I have lost cousins, nephews, brothers, sisters and a multitude of in laws and friends.
I remember a friend who said he wanted to live to be the oldest person in the world. I said not me, that dude doesn't hold that title long. LOL
Don't get me wrong, I am not down. I am very happy to be this age and hope I make it many more years.
But in reality all this is generated because a preacher friend, just lost his wife of 62 years. I met him because friend Glenda who comments here brought is together once in Missouri on one of our trips around the USA. This pastor pastored a church that I once pastored in one of my lives when I thought I was a preacher.
I told him in an email, ‘I cannot know how you feel because I have never lost someone as close as a wife.’ My prayer was/is that our Lord will comfort him.