Hi, I am Karen Harrold, a guest blogger and friend of Judy’s.
I will be adding my thoughts on how to be the best we can be as we live through the autumn and winter of our years.
As I was reflecting on this subject the other day, I thought of the Frank Sinatra song “It was a very good year”. I kept thinking that it ended too soon and something was missing. What I believe is missing is the winter of the year. I feel like I am in the autumn of my years, but who knows when winter starts? There are no longer distinctions between young and old, childhood and teens, young adult and mature adult. They mean nothing. Children are old and wise beyond their years now. They are exposed to violence, hate, and sexual abuse at a very young age thanks to the media if not their own life. My granddaughter is not yet 12, but is a teen already. My mother is 86, but young still. I am somewhere in between.
The way I would finish the song, no disrespect to Frank or Erwin Drake, for the winter of our lives would go something like this
Now, I am in the winter of the year
The reflection in the mirror is hazy
My features less clear
My head full of memories
Of faces I hold dear
I move a little slower and the days get even shorter
My heart is full of love, laughter, and joy
As well as sadness and tears
But I am so much wiser and have no fear
I wouldn’t trade one moment
It was a very good year