Old people make me smile. It probably started with my grandparents, because I was lucky enough to have known 3 of my grandparents, and 3 of my great-grandparents. They were all very different people, running the gamut from quiet and soft-spoken Great-Grandpa Buck to the somewhat demanding Great-Grandma Mandy, (affectionately referred to as 'Madame Queen' by her daughter). The one trait they all shared was their unconditional love for all of their grandchildren. Grandma Schneider was very outspoken about how talented, amazing, and perfect-in-every-way each of us was. Her love and admiration still empower me today.
I don't have any idea really how most people feel about the treasure trove that is our senior population. As a society, we don't seem to have any regard for them at all. What a shame. I realized early on, that if I were lucky, one day I would be one of them. As I move further down the spectrum from young to old, I am making diligent mental notes. I see that it is possible to have joy, peace, and abundance in our final years. Encountering those who are 'growing' old as opposed to 'withering' old, is so uplifting. I hope to always continue learning and loving to the best of my ability. There are so many ways to grow, and 'old' is inevitable. Let's find our own ways to grow over the time that we are blessed with.
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