My husband and I – 1982

My husband and I – 1982

You know how people say growing old isn’t for sissies? Truer words have never been spoken. If you’re under 30, I promise you it won’t be long before you and your partner spend a night listening to music and hearing it for the first time in a way you’ve never heard it before. You’ll cry. You’ll hold hands. You’ll wonder how the heck you got so old and when in the world did you take on the responsibilities of being an adult?!?

The day is coming. My day is here. I have the most wonderful man to sit and listen to the music we loved in the late late 60′s to early 80′s and we listen to it now as old people. Sure, some of it is really corny, but some speaks about the “old times” and we remember them fondly. And then there are the songs that talk about growing older, about life, and love.

If you’ve never listened to John Denver because you thought he was corny then well, yea, you’ve missed out because beyond the cornball was some amazing music and some truths. One of my favorite songs is, “Poems, Prayers And Promises.”

Poems, Prayers And Promises” has some seriously silly lyrics for 2012, but this passage is so  true…

Poems Prayers And Promises - Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long. Time around me whispers when it’s cold. The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old. For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do. So many things my mind has never known. I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon

Getting old is scary. I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of being left here alone. Every year that passes I lose more people and pets that I love. More reminders of things gone.  No one is born old. I was young. I was a mother. I was a new bride. A new mom. I’ve cherished every bit of my life.

I don’t regret not having a large house, nice furniture, or a new car. I don’t regret giving too much money to charity, to having a bleeding heart, nor wearing my emotions on my sleeve. And I don’t regret loving deeply.

I wish for you the same happiness.

How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care. How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow and what about our dreams and all the memories we share? -John Denver