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Thursday, October 11, 2018
“It’s like Dr. Seuss for Old People”
...as named by my 11 year old daughter
Grey in my 30’s, how can that be?
A friend exclaimed, “But that’s your choice!”
And she’s right, I choose to be me.
My mother said, “It must be a Colorado thing.”
And maybe it is. Natural and delicate, like a dragon fly’s wing.
A silver tiara shining with Colorado’s 310 days of sun.
A badge of honor for another year won.
Strangers stopping me with praise at first,
“It’s so... well dispersed.”
Others with brows furrowed a bit,
“Clearly, that can’t be natural, can it?”
I don’t want your pity. My friend was right you see. This IS a choice, to live my life full of authenticity.
“You are too young to let yourself go grey. It’s a disservice to your beauty,” they say.
But I disagree, these glittery locks pave the way to living life every day.
Growing older is a gift not given to many. And this hair, it isn’t worth but a penny. But to me, the value is beyond compare, for these silver strands prove I’ve shown up, lived life, and cared.
Last I checked, this hair on my head is mine.
If I choose grey, that should be fine.
My husband has never said a word. He’s either a smart man or a turd!
My daughter lets me know when it’s all in disarray. And she likes to point out old photos that are browner than today.
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried, until I’ve hit my stride. To the end it will be, silver and grey, maybe even a little white, guiding me straight to that bright light. Poem written by Kristy Wygmans
Diane and Pat McCary, ages 76 and 78, completed the three
Ironman distances in Kona, Hawaii to commemorate the 20th
anniversary of their performance in 1998. That year, along with their daughter
Kristen and son Mike, they became part of the first family of four to ever
complete the Ironman together. This year they took their 16-year-old
granddaughter, Autumn, along to enjoy the fun and allowed themselves a week to
complete the Ironman distances--a 2.4 mile swim, 100-mile bike ride and 26.2
They needed to make a few adjustments to get the job done.
“The traffic was so bad that I only did about 30 miles of biking on the roads,”
Diane explained. The rest she accomplished on a stationery bike. “So boring,”
she said. “But I did it.”
The ocean was so rough that they were forced to do some of
their swim in a nearby pool. They divided the run up into several segments and
allowed themselves a “walk-run” option when that was necessary.
"It was the consistency of lifelong training that allowed us to do this," Pat said.
Bob Laird, former medical director of Ironman took the photo.
The McCayrs spent their time in Hawaii staying with old friends.
They heard stories of four miserable months of thick fog caused by the erupting
volcano. At last, the air is clear, but record high temperatures were a bit of
a shock to the Colorado mountain residents.
“We feel completed,” Diane said. “Afterwards we celebrated
with friends. And we’re happy to be home.”
A four-inch snowfall in Allenspark greeted them on their
Yesterday afternoon I went to a birthday party for a beloved friend who has just turned 65. She has a ton of friends and I think most all of them were there to honor her passage into the realm of Medicare benefits.The place was packed and the enthusiasm was loud. Those of us of a certain age found ourselves shouting into each other’s ears and nodding blankly atbits of conversation we could not begin to hear. The food, prepared by a loving son, was abundant and delicious, the atmosphere warm and caring, but as I grow older I find myself less and less able to function socially in a crowd. Give me a quiet room with four or five good friends talking one at a time and I am a happy camper.