It’s just a matter of hours before I see another year of my life. Since I started blogging, I made it a point to at least write something about how the previous year ended and the anticipation of how the next year will start.
It’s the eve of my 64th birthday. Wow, 64 is just a number, don’t you think? I don’t feel like I am. I am reminded of the upbeat song by the Beatles called “When I’m Sixty-Four” and it goes like this:
“When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wineIf I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four……”
There are more things one remembers during one’s birthday than just counting the years of one’s life. First of all, we must be always grateful to our dear Almighty God that we have reached a certain age still alive and kicking. Grateful too for all the blessings and challenges that made us even stronger through the years.
Birthdays always make us a little nostalgic, right? We remember the younger years. We remember the years slowly discovering what life is all about. We remember the happy times with family and friends, the struggle to live life the best way we can and the best way how.
This pandemic brought us a different perspective in celebrating birthdays. Gone is the anticipation of having the whole family around because of this pandemic. We still could celebrate, why not? But it may be not as grand as we used to have in the past. For me, a simple dinner at home would suffice. No need to prepare elaborate dishes. We are just planning to order online. Besides, I am quite lazy to cook. It’ll be a pandemic birthday, whatever that means!
“Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty four?
Ho!”
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