When I get older losing my hair many years from now…
The song came out when I was nine. The notion that anyone would actually be that old was way off my radar, so “many years from now.” Not even the Beatles were 64. Nobody was 64! Nobody except maybe my Grandpa Joe. And Bing Crosby.
But not me!
I was a kid in the 1960s. Playing. Dreaming. Care free days. Sports. Music. The Cincinnati Reds. The Beatles. It was awesome.
The 70s blew by. And with them my teens. Driving. High school. Dating. Concerts. Playing drums. A wonderful era. Sweet memories.
With the 80s came adulthood. Marriage, kids, uprooting, moving south. The GM Shreveport years saw some poor life decisions and difficult consequences. It drove me to my knees. I decided to trust Christ. The best move.
The 90s brought another transplant with an amazing opportunity in Tyler. The chance to work at KVNE felt like a divine calling and a dream come true combined.
The 2000s became the decade of the empty nest. In our 40s we grew in appreciation for life, love, and each other.
And in the 2010s, the change of all changes. We had no idea how much grand-kids would rock our world. Our focus, hearts, and priorities were all re-directed as we moved once more, this time to Forney to be closer to family.
Now, the 2020s. Wow, how many decades? I’ve lost count. Through the years the old song has gotten louder in my head. This bitter-sweet tune I’ve known all my life is really happening January 11. What a slap of reality, yet wonderful gift of grace to actually ask the highly anticipated musical question.
To my Lovely Wife and Life Partner Lois:
“Will you still need me? Will you still feed me when I’m 64?”
“Gray hair is the splendor of the old.” Proverbs