I received some bad news today. One of my erstwhile colleagues died recently. She was well known in the industry and had, shall we put it, a somewhat chequered reputation. I liked her immensely and we worked easily together probably because her abrasive style simply washed over me and I gave as good as I got and she respected that. Others tended to get all offended at what I always considered straight talking. She told it like it was and never suffered fools. I wonder sometimes if much of this came from working in a male dominated industry.
That said, she was deservedly respected for her expertise, experience and wealth of knowledge. Those of us who knew her will miss her – along with her distinct and unique approach to life. I knew she had been ill these past few years, but was not aware just how bad things were. Another ex-colleague emailed me today with the sad news. So I look back and remember and I smile because she had that effect on me. Also, I remember that another contemporary of mine has shuffled off the mortal coil at a youthful 56.
Sigh, I feel all old and past it now…
‘Sigh, I feel all old and past it now…’
You are 😛
Got yer bike aintcha? Got the wife? Got the sun shining? Got bottles of red in the cellar?
What more could you want from life?
Living well is the best revenge.
I know how you feel, having just become a Grandma on Monday, I have realised that having been feeling oldish for a while now I am OLD…with less ish.
I faced my mortality when my daughter went into labour on Sunday night and by Monday morning when I had had no sleep I felt 105.
Funny how it just creeps up on you……..
One should endeavour to live long enough to be a burden on one’s children. It’s only fair to get your own back… 🙂
When still a comparatively youthful 60, I remarked to my son (then a juvenile 24) that I intended to live long enough to be an embarrassment and a problem to him.
The little whelp smiled and said “You’ve achieved both already, Dad”.
Cost him two pints, that did!
The tax man will not forget you when you die, Longrider, as VAT is charged on our headstones. We pay tax before we are born too, as VAT is charged on our prams and buggies, purchased before we enter this world.