Reflections
Another old friend passed away last week. She was 79 and had a pretty good, full life.
Conversing with my brother recently and during our conversation realized that more than half of our friends from high school days are gone.
We've been attending funerals too frequently these past few years.
But I am thankful that I am attending theirs rather than they attending mine.
I had mentioned in a previous entry that my first born daughter had been encouraging me to write a memoir, and I have started, trying to maintain some sort of chronological order to it.
She loves it when my brother or I reiterate tales of bygone experiences, and feel that children and grandchildren would enjoy being able to read such crusty, dusty tales. Maybe a few of them will. I certainly have time to do some scribbling, and, in reflection, do feel that I have had a very full and a very goooood life.
I am not going to burden you with a biographical epic here, although I may include excerpts from time to time. I can say that I have achieved more than I had ever expected both financially and in personal goals. A lot of hard work and more than my share of good luck to reach this plateau, and be able to gaze back through time and experience.
I have had several 'careers' and have a true sense of accomplishment as I reflect on the winding path of my life. There is little that I would want to change even if I could. I am a man comfortable in my own skin. I feel that I have lived up to the image I have of myself. I have never deliberately harmed another human (or animal, for that matter).
So this ol' coot feels pretty good.
And sleepy, - - - - G'nite