I turned sixty-two last Thursday and my wife, Patti, hosted a family party on Sunday. When you have a blended family of seven, there’s always someone having a birthday but this one was different for me. I can’t say that I am going through a mid-life crisis because I already have done that, several times. I am now old enough to collect Social Security so I have to acknowledge that I have walked over the middle age line .
The first week of September is always a time of taking stock for me. Patti’s first husband, Steve, died on September 2nd when he and Patti were in their thirties. Her sister, Joanne, died recently from cancer and would have celebrated her 50th birthday on Sept. 4th. Whenever I complain about getting older, Patti reminds me that Steve and Joanne didn’t celebrate as many birthdays as I have. Patti has no patience for self-pity.