Today the 8th of July I enter the age group starting with an 8, at least so says birth certificate and my passport.
I feel strange when I think that I am 80 that sounds so old. I would have loved that Rick could celebrate with me, but he is gone forever. So the rest of my life I continue as a widow. That's also a word I don't like.
But I still have Rosie she is as old as me, so we are both two antiques, who live together.
Now that everybody becomes green, bio etc I have the impression to forward to the past. Growing our own vegetables, do all yourself, had been normal when I was young, because we had no choice. We had to take a bike because we didn't have a car. We had to go to our neighbor to ask for something instead of calling.
So now I start the 3rd and last chapter of my life.