Life Begins at 60!

I’ve been contemplating this for a while, as you can deduce seeing that I turned 62 in September.  I want to let the world know, life can begin again at 60!

I started my sixties in a somewhat dark place.  I was depressed, but still able to function.  A little background.  In 2009, my father passed away.  He just gave up and quit eating and drinking.  I was able to get him to eat a little bit and drink a little water, but it wasn’t enough.  My father passed away one day before my parents’ 59th wedding anniversary.  It was also four days before my son graduated from high school.

I had to keep it together for my mother and my son.  I knew there would be consequences since I never had a chance to grieve, but you do what you have to do.  Fast forward to 2014 and I was functionally depressed.  Before my father died, I weighed 143 and I was in good physical shape.  On my 60th birthday, I weighed close to 170, if not that.  Needless to say, I don’t have a record of my weight then.

I did have an old friend come into my work.  I’m a cashier at a large home improvement store.  He’s a handyman.  I met him when I was 20 and even though we had our fun, I didn’t really like a lot of things about him.  You know how it is.  He was a definite bad boy.

Fast forward forty years and he’s still a “bad boy”, but he’s changed a lot. I pretty much brushed him off and avoided him until I got a letter from the city telling me to make some repairs on my house.  Next time I saw my friend was just before the deadline.  I told him my problem and he said, “You do know I’m a handyman”.  I said yes, that was why I was telling him.  He agreed to come look at my house to see what he could do.  He then asked me if I was going to pay him.  I said, of course, I wouldn’t expect him to work for free.

It was while he was working on the house that I found out how much he had changed.  I would have to say that that was the beginning of my own transformation.

 

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