I have been writing for years, in between caring and raising my four children. I typically write late at night when the house is quite quiet! That is why so many people receive emails from me at 3:00 AM!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Grandpa MT's Holiday Letter 2009
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Grandpa MT's Holiday Letter 2008
Meredith Trow “MT” Morrison’s Holiday Letter, December 2008:
“What’s it like to be 97?” I’m often asked.
I am now for the first time in my life the person I have always wanted to be. Not my body. I sometime despair of my body the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken back by the old guy that lives in my mirror. I don’t agonize over those things long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I have aged, I have become more kind to myself and less critical. I’ve become my own friend.
I have seen too many good friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4AM and sleep ‘til noon!
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging paunch, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to; despite the pitying glances from the jet set, they too will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful, but there again some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things, I think!
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? Broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have youthful laughs be forever etched into deep groves in my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn to silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore; I’ve earned the right to be wrong.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am here, I will not waste time lamenting what I could have been or worrying about what will be. And I will eat dessert everyday (if I feel like it).
Old age, I’ve decided, is a gift from donors due uncountable thanks, and yes, 97 is great.
I hope you all get to celebrate it too, and I wish you the MERRIEST OF CHRISTMASES
as you travel along that way…………………….Love, MT