I am inspired to write this post by Rachel’s post The Day I Woke Up.
For the greater part of my working life, I had to travel extensively and when I finally retired, making the odd journey for pleasure was like new adventures. Even that has now stopped since the last three years due to health issues.
Now at the age of 75, I lost my younger brother to cancer eight days ago. He was just shy of hitting 74 in two months’ time when he died. While my son and daughter in love were able to visit him and spend time with him , I was unable to due to my handicap.
Many friends and members of my extensive family have been communicating their desire to visit with me soon and I suspect that they want to do this before I pop off. I keep telling them that I am not about to oblige any time soon but, who knows?
When I look at my life now, I could not but agree with Confucius.
“At fifteen I set my heart upon learning.
At thirty, I had planted my feet firm upon the ground.
At forty, I no longer suffered from perplexities.
At fifty, I knew what were the biddings of Heaven.
At sixty, I heard them with docile ear.
At seventy, I could follow the dictates of my own heart; for what I desired no longer overstepped the boundaries of right.”
The next trip that I make may well be the final one.