Today’s my birthday. Today, I’m 59 years old. The only fireworks I expect to see are those I’ve posted here. I told myself I needed a graphic to go along with this post. No other fireworks are needed and what appears here isn’t really needed either. But, you know, appearances are everythingj.
When you get older, hell even when you’re young, baggage goes along with birthdays. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that.
On my 12th birthday, also the birthday of my twin, while blowing out the candles on our birthday cake, our grandfather had a massive heart attack and died. I loved him more than any other man in this world. My birthdays have never been the same after that.
My twin brother died in September of 1994. Having birthdays without him have been lonely. I cry for my grandfather, but I cry for my twin even more. It’s a loss I’ll never get over.
I probably don’t have to tell you this either, but you go on. You carry that baggage with you, but you do the best you can.
Forget baggage for now.
Birthdays are a good day to take stock of one’s life, at least it is for me.
I’m living in Covington, Kentucky in a highrise apartment building. That’s kind of strange for a country boy from Vevay, Indiana. I don’t think I’m going to complain about it. I’m lucky.
I go for walks on most days, always with my quad cane. I mean, it would be insane to walk without it as I would fall down. Sometimes I fall even when I’m walking with the cane.
I walk slower than I used to and I’ll step out of the way sometimes to let people pass me by. They’re in a hurry. Most of the time, I’m not.
The money I make these days is made as a writer. There are those around me who think I’m wasting my time doing this, the writing, and that it has messed up my life. You know, I could be making more money doing something else. These people don’t know that if I didn’t have writing in my life, I wouldn’t have one. I’d be dead already.
I’m not in great health. If I live a few more years, that’s fine with me. If I don’t, that’s fine with me too. When I was young, I was afraid of death. I’m not anymore. When you get older, you accept what’s going to happen.
All right, done with the taking stock.
I’ll spend most of the day working on my next book, my second novel. At some point, I’ll take a nap. Maybe tonight, I’ll drink a little vodka.
I’ll think of my grandfather and twin brother. I’ll think of my parents and others that I loved who have left this earth.
You know, that’s not really birthday baggage at all. What the hell am I thinking?
I think I’ll pour that vodka into a glass tonight and raise my hand in a toast to those loved ones who have departed. I’m lucky to have had some wonderful people in my life and while I’m sad they’re gone, they were and still are a part of me.
I’m glad I wrote this. It’s always good to get an attitude adjustment on your birthday.
(Image found on Google)