When I started writing a blog many years ago, I chose the name "fromtheothersideofseventy"
I had moved from my sixties into a new decade.
Even when a friend who has specialized in medieval English informed me that the age of seventy had then indicated the beginning of "decrepitude".
I wasn't having any of it!
It's been a journey.
A business card from a few years ago shows that under my name was printed "artist.photographer"
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fromtheothertsideofseventy has been filled with much joy.
It has been filled also with sadness as my dear and loving Brian left this earth nearly two years ago.
But I have experienced another transition.
And last night, really for the first time, I realized that my life would not go on and on.
It was a WHAT! moment.
I felt as if I had been punched in the nose, hard!
I looked on-line and found, for women,
- Health-Adjusted Life Expectancy (HALE): Women can expect about 67.7 years of that life in good health, meaning they spend their final years managing chronic conditions or health limitations.
I am not following CTV's time-frame as I am in good health.
Yes, I have a massage every month to help my body along and physiotherapy when needed.
Yes, names of people and things more often elude me.
Yes, my balance can trick me and I've had a few falls.
My dining room table has piles of art material, and nearby is the art guillotine to cut paper as needed.
Downstairs are books and magazines with images I use in my collage and Letter Poem creations.
But.... last night it occurred to me that I will not be on this earth indefinitely.
My wonderful grandkids will move forward in their lives without me sharing in their joys and accomplishments.
I won't be able to rejoice with my wonderful daughters as they experience happiness in their lives.
Nor will I be able to support my family through sadness and difficult times.
How will I die?
Who will miss me and smile when they remember something we did together?
And, where will I travel when my body is under the earth?
