Kevin at 62

I had just published my first post on this blog when I did what so many of us do without thinking I opened Facebook. And almost immediately, I was reminded that another familiar face from my past was gone. These losses have been hitting me especially hard lately. The people passing away now are the actors, musicians, and personalities who were part of my childhood and early adulthood. They were there during the years when life still felt open, when time felt endless. Now, one by one, they’re disappearing  and it stings. I’m turning 62 soon, and lately it feels like I’m surrounded by loss. Not in a dramatic way  just a deep, quiet kind of heaviness that settles in and doesn’t rush out the door. I understand, intellectually, that death is part of life. There’s no escaping it, no negotiating around it. We can eat better, live healthier, do all the “right” things  but none of it comes with a guarantee. I know that all too well. Both of my parents are already on the other sid...

Turning 62 Hmm… yes, sixty-two. I remember, quite clearly, being ten years old and talking with friends and family about what the world would be like by the time I reached this age. How many of us did that back in the 1970s? I know I did. Back then, sixty-two felt impossibly far away. Adults would tell us, “Don’t wish your life away it’ll get here faster than you think.” Turns out, they weren’t wrong. Not even a little. As of the moment I’m writing this, I’m not technically sixty-two yet that’s still two short months away. And of course, this year isn’t a leap year (LOL), so no bonus day for me. Looking back, fifty of those years seem to have flown by at record speed. At ten, it felt like an eternity. Now? Blink and you miss it. My life took a very different path than the one I imagined and honestly, not the one I wanted either. But here I am. If I can claim any victory at all, it’s this: I’m still here. It’s not ideal, but it’s not entirely bad either. Why This Blog Exists The purpos...