Through transitions,I’ve often wondered what my approaching senior years would do to my thinking process accepting and receiving it with dignity and grace or fighting it all the way. Well this poet has resigned himself to accepting the changes in his life that all who enter their senior years find themselves in. Fortunately for me I am in good health, not on any type of medication and able to take care of myself without any help from care-givers. I am truly blessed.
However I fully am thankful and appreciative to those who do help ailing seniors, for without them life would be much more difficult. I take off my hat to the many volunteer organizations that make life a lot less difficult for seniors with handicaps and disabilities. I can only say that I’ve been in a hospital bed twice in my lifetime and never on anything stronger than antibiotics or Tylenol. Yet the TRANSITION period of adjusting to reaching 65 is still traumatic. I quite frankly never thought I would reach it; somehow a higher force had plans for me to live a little longer.
I’ve gone through two marriages, and have 5 children. Four from my last wife and one I just discovered six months ago. Yes a daughter born out-of-wedlock 46 years ago, I remember it well and often wondered if that child would find her biological parents, well she found her dad, ME. It’s very interesting how we are sharing, we live 1500 miles away from each other, yet time and distance still brings us together. We both see a lot of facial features in each other. She has a 5-year-old daughter, so that now officially makes me a granddad, which I am proud to call myself. We are slowly getting to know each other and I now know that her biological mother and I made the right choice of giving her up for adoption; we were just kids and barely able to take care of ourselves. She was raised up by a wonderful adopted mom and dad. Sadly I have no relationship or communication with my other two daughters, their heads and minds were turned by their mother 14 years ago after our divorce. I am so thankful that my first-born has found me, she is a woman with a child of her own and wants a relationship with her real father, so again TRANSITION and surprise arrives at my doorstep again and adjustments are made to accept them lovingly.
I’m moving into a 55+ age apartment complex, sixteen stories high and occupying the best suite and view this block has to offer. I will be among middle-aged and seniors like myself, with all the amenities and shops nearby. They even have a full lounge, games room, library and garden enclosed with a gazebo. I walk out my back door and I’m 15 steps to a super-market. The area I’m moving into is full of artists, yuppies and shops. We may even find the odd poet like me wandering around with pad and pen. So I thought I would share my move with you, my TRANSITIONS as well as a move into my quiet man mode. Below you can see the beautiful lady who found me, her biological dad.
Transitions: “Be open to changes, embrace them, accept who you are, were you came from, where you are now. All of life experiences amount to this very moment in time, there will never be another like it, be all that you can be, love YOU first then others will see that aura that surrounds you..Your uniqueness is as vast as the universe.”
Here is my lovely daughter: