Age is but a number

 Memories fade, and new ones are made. What was once so far away is now staring us in the face as we realize life doesn't stand still. Time was once on our side, but we now find it slipping through our fingers like the sand in an hourglass; we can't slow down. With vanishing clarity, we relive precious memories, hoping to remember them all, but, like a fading sunset, we sometimes get only a glimpse of our yesterdays as some memories bid us farewell.

Age is a numbers game we play, beginning with one and ending when the time we were given runs out like the sand in that hourglass. We have to live life to the fullest, no matter our age, as it's just a number, not a death sentence.

We may have to challenge ourselves to go dancing at 80 years old or learn to play that guitar sitting in a corner covered with dust. We have to rise every morning thankful for the chance to play with our grandkids or have a cup of coffee with our grown kids, asking them to help us remember their childhoods, which sometimes come back to us through a story they tell, obviously bringing them joy and happiness and endless smiles from me.

We've been blessed to have had all these years to witness the hundreds, maybe thousands of inventions people before us sometimes saw as the devil's work, but time went on, and the realization of a changed tomorrow was going to take place with or without us.

Now the younger generations, with their tech and savvy, have traveled into the twilight zone, knowing how to do this or fix that as long as there was a smartphone, tablet, or desktop computer to guide and challenge. My grandsons laugh every time I ask them about some Google thing or TikTok, and without hesitation, they show me the basics because that's all I want: the basics. A byproduct of my upbringing. No wonder some call us the forgotten generation. But why in the world do I need four remotes for my television? Some things just don't compute.

To make matters even more interesting, my six-year-old granddaughter sees me messing with my phone and quietly sits beside me, whispering, " Don't worry, Poppi, I'll show you how to do that. AND SHE DOES!

Mike 2026