Life is a journey; you all know I have said that many times.
In the process we have discussed rest areas, road crossings, congested areas and many deviations where we have to sit down and think about the roads ahead.
In just recent times I wrote about age 40 and what that means; today I want to stop just briefly at Exit number 47. You will recall from my Post about 40 that I described the period from 40 to 55 as the most beautiful in human life.
Well, age 47 has two unique points that you don’t find in any other year. You have been well on the adult road section now; there may be young ones of 15 to 21 calling you Dad or Mom but oh blessed you are if you still have your Dad and Mom. They would probably be over 70 now and if you are extremely fortunate they may be 74 in your 47th year.
Our dad crossed the river in the year I turned 27 and I have missed him more in recent times than ever before. I remember that we found love rather late and had but a few years to make the most of it before he was called away.
Now I am almost there; just one more week from today. The unique thing about 47 is that you can turn the two figures around and presto; you have 74. That’s my marker; to make 74 and when I get there I shall exit the highway and make my way down to the river.
Rivers have been my great joy in life. Never been one for the oceans or the skies I did enjoy life in the high mountains. There is nothing more beautiful in nature than a gushing clean clear mountain stream tumbling down to the valley below from where it will eventually find its own way to the seas.
I have chosen exit 74 to leave the highway and the Interstates. Of course, being healthy except for the eye I could come up from the river and visit the cities again but I won’t. That’s now for the young ones of 17 and 18, and the poor 37 year olds who must make a living in that jungle.
From next week Sunday August 3rd in the year 2014 of our Lord I will hug the riverside until I find a good crossing to take me to Dad and my two brothers. I know they are missing me and will be waiting there for me. I loved them so much and still do; it will be a joy never having to leave each other again.
I shall be hugging the riverside from now on and wait for my call from the other side. Bless you all.
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