Well, here we are; baby-boomers trying our best to live a lifestyle (mentally a well as physically) that puts us at an age of 25 or 30 years old. Up until now I've done pretty well at ignoring the grey hair on my head and even my whiskers. Living a life with a wife 17 years younger than me and even raising some great daughters with the youngest at just 13 years old.
I managed that until today when my 13 year old went to the Angeles VFW post to pick up a letter for me. It was from the Dept of Health & Human Services--Medicare department.
Yep, I received my US Medicare card in the mail! Talk about shock; I can remember my parents getting these same cards in the mail and thinking then-my gosh they are old!
So what now? Do we just accept that we are a bunch of old guys that refuse to accept we are the age we are or do we get more active and do whatever is needed to extend our lives here in paradise? Guess that's the reason for serious health issues I'v tried to deny and avoid but darn, shouldn't we have quit the game and moved over here years ago???
I for one intend to accept the fact that I'm 65 years old and enlist the help of my wife and daughters to help me forget it. Now,,,,,, where did I put my dentures?????
Nephi52