I will turn 80 next month. I have to face it: that's old. My hair is white, my left knee cannot survive without Tylenol and I can't liberally indulge in spicy food because it will come back to haunt me at bedtime. But my physical problems are minor compared to the friends I pray for every evening, roughly a dozen of them who are about my age. Their problems range from cancer to not being able to walk without assistance.
What really gets to me are the deaths that I have had to cope with over the past year. Three good friends I have known since grade school and high school passed. Speaking at one of their services led me to a cracked voice and tears in front of everyone - I could not help it. My superdog Joe died at the age of 11 from cancer. And then my eldest daughter died violently at age 56 from a freak private plane crash just a couple of months ago.
My wife is not in the best of health; she has had heart problems for the last 10 years, and my fear is that I will outlive her and then have to deal with my own heartbreak, as I have loved her since we were just kids. I don't know how I would live without her.
Thank God my brain is still fully active and as functional as it ever was.
I have lived a full life - with some regrets. For my newer friends, I tell them not to believe what they have heard about me - the truth is much worse. However, I believe the good Lord in all His mercy has forgiven my sins, so I do not fear death or the afterlife.
My concern in my old age is for my remaining children and their descendants, living in a future United States that will have changed radically from the country I lived in as a child and young adult. We are besieged with enemies, both foreign and domestic, that I swore to faithfully defend against as a young Army officer. I also swore to defend our Constitution, and I see it being infringed and literally torn apart way too regularly now. I hope that my descendants and their peers will have the guts to return the U.S. to its once proud status as the land of the free and the home of the brave. The strife between political parties and disparate groups has now stretched our tranquility almost to the breaking point, and I am saddened beyond words at this.
I am an old man; I admit it. I will in not too many years have to pass the torch to new people who may or may not have enough sense of our own proud history to work to preserve the integrity of our Nation. I will do what I can do in my remaining years.
John