In my life, growing old is a revelation to me. At first, I felt sad that I turned sixy-five, and I felt lacking in work. But as time went on, three years since, I’ve learned to accept God’s will to help in any way. At first I was complaining about all these doctors that have been assigned to my case. I never dreamed of being treated by, oh, so many of them for each organ of my body it seems. I also lost weight and look about sixteen if you skip looking at my head. I thought long hair was in but I was bothered by its being cared. So I asked my Dad, “Would you mind cutting my hair?” He said Yes and he took out his haircutting tools. My Dad isn’t a trained hairdresser or barber, whatever you call it. But when COVID struck, he avoided going to his barber and instead bought a kit for cutting hair from eBay. It was me that first cut his hair and now he looks pretty decent. He must have saved a good amount of money not going to have his hair cut by a professional.
As I was saying, all is in God’s time and His timing. Now every morning I say a prayer of thanks for a new day to live. I still have nervous feelings, or sad pangs of feelings whenever the day comes. I used to pray to God to take me out of this world and send me to Heaven. I thought I could go to Heaven with my family. Including my pets. I still believe that. The Rainbow Bridge is a thoroughfare in Heaven. I can’t wait to see my first dog, Dukie, and celebrate our reunion.
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