AGING GRACEFULLY
Hitting Those Old Age Milestones
Finding happiness in the small things
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m 64 — The Beatles
I remember the words clearly from my childhood. They made an impact on me, even back then. It’s one of those songs from the sixties that gets stuck in your head and never leaves.
At the time, I thought how horrible it would be to reach such an extremely old age and have to wonder if anyone would still love or care about you. That was my grandpa’s age — I was only six or seven at the time. Back then, anyone in their sixties was old.
Through the years, that song stayed implanted in my mind — more specifically, the lyrics. It was always there in the background, like a soundtrack through my life. In the past few years, those words have been getting louder, and they’ve taken on new meaning.
This week I’m turning sixty-four.
I don’t have to wonder any longer. Of course, people still love and care about me. I’m only 64! It’s all relative.
That number always represented the last year before we had to retire (it’s no longer mandatory in Canada) and start collecting a pension. After decades of contributing to society, you learn that you are no longer an asset to…
