GRATEFUL FOR EIGHTY YEARS
Eighty years. That is how old I am now. Many years ago, I thought eighty was so far away - that it was "too old." But here I am: eighty years old. I see it in my wrinkled face, my hands, and my body. My hair turns white again just weeks after being dyed! So, how do I feel now that I am eighty? Honestly, I still feel like the same person. I still enjoy browsing Facebook , seeing what my friends are posting, and messaging (or copy-pasting!) things I like. I still like reading and writing. Kidding aside, I am so happy my siblings arrived in time for my birthday. Since they are based in other countries, it means the world to have them here for my 80th. We are in our twilight years, and we never know when we can all be together again. I am also happy my niece and one of her sons who have never been to the Philippines are here also. I have already lived longer than both of my parents. My mother was called home at 52, and my father passed away at 69. Every year I have...
