Monday, May 31, 2010

Jack 'n Diane

Today is my 52nd birthday – it was two years ago today that I proudly wore my tiara with the declaration, “50” on the front of it and celebrated by having 50 girlfriends join me for lunch at my favorite restaurant. A lot has happened in the last two years – some good, some bad, but through it all, I still feel pretty good about “being in my 50’s”. Sure my body isn’t what I’d like it to be. Some of that I can change, but some of it is simply a matter of aging. It’s also true that my brain gets a little rattled sometimes and I know people look at me differently – I’m now often considered “older”. But, overall, being in my sixth decade is pretty cool.

Last night we stopped by Michael John’s performance again – well, we’d planned to “stop by”, but ending up staying for all of it. Anyway, one of the songs he regularly sings is Jack ‘n Diane. As I listened to the words last night, on the eve of my 52nd birthday, I had to disagree with the line, “Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.” I mean, here are two American teenagers making a statement like that – heck, they probably thought that line applied to anyone over thirty. As someone more than two decades beyond thirty, I can certainly say that I haven’t lost the thrill of living. How sad would that be? No, there’s a lot of thrill left: places to go, people to see, things to do, lessons to learn, beer to drink…(that last one’s for my daughter-in-law). Will I still feel that way when I’m seventy or eighty? I’m not sure, but I know a few people that age that are wonderful examples; who give me hope and show me what is possible. No, Jack is, I hope, simply wrong.

2 comments:

helen said...

Debbie, one of my most memorable patients at OBC did not have a burn injury but a significant wound. She was in her late 80's, was one of the founding members of the Greek Festival, had a loving family and a sharp mind. I looked forward to our treatment sessions each day. Unfortunately even though she was mentally very sharp her body no longer had the power to heal itself and she was not a candidate for a complicated surgery to heal her wounds. I will never forget the look on her face the day she learned there was nothing that medical staff could do to heal her wounds. She loved being alive and connecting with people even when she was confined to an airbed in an isolation unit. She was not afraid, just disappointed that her life was ending. Life still had a thrill for her. She decided to go home to the beach and died within a week. I have never forgotten her. You remind me of her. I see you riding life's roller coaster with gusto for many decades to come. Happy Birthday

Sheri said...

Happy Birthday girlfriend!!!