Elderly?

 Elderly?

 

Just watched something on FB about how we look at folks born in the 40s and 50s. Born in ’48, watched Eisenhower leave the White House and John F. Kennedy elected president. Rode my donkey through the streets of our small town for a couple of years before getting my first horse; then my last horse. Met the man who would be the father of our children and married him in ’68. Started rearing children in the 70s. Had the 1st grandchild in ’97. Saw the year 2000 come and go. Watched a man take a step on the moon; watched a space capsule return and explode. Learned to use a cell phone and a laptop computer. Saw the deaths of my grandparents and parents and found the loss heartbreaking. Held on to good memories and built even more with my family. Watched our grandchildren grow up. Remained in the home my husband rebuilt for us for 56 years. Grew flowers and chickens. Watched a businessman return to the White House for his second term as a Republican president. Watched my nation invaded and my hometown change only somewhat. Kept the memories of our first family with my brother while learning to grow less able to do for myself. Held on to the love of my children and tried to be a good neighbor. Watched as my world turned upside down in so many wars and disasters. Kept praying the way our parents taught us back in the 40s and 50s. Remembered that God does not change and is always with us. Another decade, another century, another millennial, just markers of time in man’s world. A minute with God but no changes in love. Touched each day by His hand. Not elderly; just loved.