Getting old means: Taking the good with the bad. Loosing Donna in 2005, never will get over that. Getting cancer sucks. Walking back to the cabin wishing I carried a lighter rifle and pack. Chest pains. That was bad.
Watching a buck walk by 20 feet away and not shooting. Going to my grandaughters graduation and seeing her off to college. " I love you grandpa". Priceless. Watching a 3 year old put a small onion in her pants pocket and trying to get her hand out without letting go. Funny. Having 17 boys call wishing me a happy fathers day, wonderfull.
Forgetting where I parked the truck, frustrating. Watching hundreds of snow geese flying so low, you can hear the wind in their wings. Terrific. At 75, I still laugh at things and accept what ever follows. You may as well enjoy the ride.
The Hermit