She even had the breath to say good morning. Sigh.
Which brings up the subject of old-age mentors, especially women.
One is my friend Theo. I miss our lunches together, she always had something new to show or tell me. She's in her late 70's (I think) and still travels the US and the world. She's not rich but manages to get to where she needs to go, she volunteers at a food bank, attends church, keeps in touch with her 11 (count 'em, eleven) children and myriads of grandchildren and great granchildren and I think there's a great, great in there somewhere. She's weaves, knits, paints, sews.
When I get older I want to be like her. Traveling and doing and enjoying life.
When I get older I want to be like her. Have a purpose and be productive and grateful for what I have.
My mother is another influence. Although she didn't get to be old, she loved to travel, loved her children and grandchild, her nephews and nieces, and loved to read. She enjoyed being with her best friend Francine. Family and friends were the most important things to her.
Everytime she left for somewhere she would tell me that she was spending my inheritance. I didn't mind....I wish she was still spending it.
When I get older I want to be like her. Kind, self-assured, with people to love and people that love me.
So... with the older woman today-I have another mentor.
When I get older I want to be like her. Still moving and with enough breath to say good morning to people I meet on the trail.