"I'm Getting Old, And Loving Every Minute Of It!"

Abraham V. Llera By Abraham V. Llera, 9th May 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1ctke4qk/
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Want to know the secret of aging gracefully? Read on!

Senior citizen

After 58 years of trying, I am now the person I have always wanted to be.

To be sure, I have not become the Roman Abramovich I’ve always dreamed of becoming, or the Brad Pitt that once I fancied myself to be, but I have come to realize that one could be very rich without being wealthy, or sought after without becoming a star.

God's most precious gift

I have my wife of 27 years– God’s most precious gift without whom I couldn’t cope, and she, alone, is more than enough. I have my children, which makes be blessed beyond anything I could imagine. I have my health. And what remains of my hair. Or my teeth.

Spirit is willing, flesh is weak

Yes, my body sucks. I wake up every morning feeling like a steamroller had been placed on top of me. I like to jump out of bed, impatient and wanting to hit the ground running. But aching joints from still-slumbering muscles prevent me.

And when I look in the mirror — could that puffed up guy with the horrible lines and sagging jowls be really me? Invariably, however, I’d notice how sexy my graying (although thinning) hair had become.

No, thanks

It’s tempting, but I would never trade my family, friends, my health for a chance to do it all over again, but differently. I’d probably be driving a Lamborghini Gallardo, but what’s even ten of those if I have a listless life? As I’ve aged, I’ve become a connoisseur of value, and there’s nothing more precious than family, health, and friends. (God comes first, of course.)

I don’t hate myself for wanting to have two eggs for breakfast, or for often forgetting things, or for buying those turn blocks that make our clothesline taut like no one else’s (but which my wife considers an unnecessary expense). I am entitled to indulge in my favorite food once in a while, to be exacting with cleanliness in the house, to be extravagant with small things like turn blocks.

Ahh, senior citizen!

I can only count myself blessed– I have seen far too many dear friends leave the world before they have the privilege of being called “old.” Perhaps that’s why I always take the senior citizens lane at the supermarket, and feel pleased when counter girls fail to notice my lack of qualification.

Whose business is it if I take longer time to marvel at morning glories? Or paint my house yellow? Or have numerous Facebook and Twitter accounts? Whose concern is it if I have six blogs?

I will croon to my heart’s desire to those wonderful tunes of Nat King Cole or Simon and Garfunkel, and if I, at the same time, feel like belting out Bon Jovi’s “Bed of Roses,” or Hearts’ “Alone,” I will.

I will continue to adore my wife and dote on our children, and will always want my son with me even if he’s already twenty-six. That, despite the snickers of others. They, too, will get old.


I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then would growing old be growing old if one always remembers everything? And you know what? I always remember the important things like my wife’s birthday, or our wedding anniversary, or the names of our daughters’ friends.

Sure, I’ve had my share of grief. How can one not weep at the loss of a loved one, or when bills get due and payday is still two weeks away, or when even one’s own son thinks Dad’s the worst thing that has ever happened to him? But from broken hearts come wisdom, and from every humbling experience, strength. A man that has never been down has not truly lived.

Thank you, Lord!

I thank God to have been allowed to see my hair turn gray, and my teeth fall. So many have never been as privileged. As one gets older, it is easier to be positive. One spends less time worrying about what other people think.

So, do I like getting old? Yes, Virginia, I love growing old.

It has set me free.


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author avatar Abraham V. Llera
Life's lessons learned from years and years of experience, on rough roads particularly, with some easy times drinking La Spinetta, always by the side of my wife and kids.

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author avatar Retired
9th May 2012 (#)

Yes Abraham, I love every single line of this article. It's so refreshing to see someone accept ageing so gracefully. Believe me, there is never a more satisfied man than one who accepts he's ageing orc old. Every phase of life comes with its happy and not so happy moments but like you say "God has allowed me to see the hair go grey and the teeth fall", I'm one of those lucky few. I'm almost 61.
Thanks for this wonderful article and I'm sharing on quite a few of the networks I' on.

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author avatar Abraham V. Llera
10th May 2012 (#)

Thanks, Rajan. I guess it's when one slows down that he's able to see each tiny blessing that someone on a fast clip isn't able to see.

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author avatar ghazala zafar
9th May 2012 (#)

Age grows secretly...it's a normal process of life and I believe, each phase of life has its unique charm.
Enjoy it! Abraham!

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author avatar ghazala zafar
9th May 2012 (#)

and yes, you need to edit the title friend!

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author avatar Abraham V. Llera
10th May 2012 (#)

Thank you, Gazala.

And thanks for the heads up- arthritic fingers. ;-)

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author avatar Pradeep Kumar B
22nd May 2012 (#)

Great article. I am 52 and getting old, but I don't feel sorry about it. Thank you for this well written page.

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