Growing Old Is Not for the Meek: (My Aging Memories)

Growing old, I have many things to be grateful for. The young lady I met after getting out of the Navy (I still can see her after fifty years), the petite five-foot skinny long brown hair to her shoulder, brunette, she wore blue slacks with a checkered blue-and-white blouse. I will never forget the first sighting of her; the monument will live in my mind forever.I am grateful for my three children, my seven grandchildren, and my five great-grandchildren.Tomorrow is not promised to anyone. After the loss of my wife after thirty-one years and firstborn, who found life too hard to handle, took the easy way out, not realizing that we all belong to someone other than ourselves; yes, it is my life, but is it? Who do we leave behind, and what is the repercussion from it? Without a doubt, people's lives well be changed.I have many memories of our adventures, traveling to the many states across the United States of America."The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page" (St