What matters to me as I age is appreciating each day and every blessing. Although it’s a challenge and I am not always successful, I try to appreciate my ability to spend time with my husband and children, read and understand the newspaper and books, go to work at a job I love, stay connected with other family members and friends, take long walks along the river, enjoy plays, museums, and restaurants, work in my flower gardens, and briefly escape the long Minnesota winter.
Supporting and caring for my widowed mother has taught me that loss is inevitable as we age. In the 50s and 60s, it begins with less flexibility and more “falling” body parts. These are minor compared to what seems to happen in the 70s, 80s, and especially the 90s: the gradual loss of regular companionship and personal control or choice. I’m 62, and I want to be able to look back and tell myself I tried to make the most of what I had when I had it. I hope this intention will help me accept my age-related losses graciously.
- Margaret Frank (B.S. ’76, M.Ed. ’83), St. Paul