When I wake up in the morning, I will be standing on the threshold of ninety.

Looking back ten years to 2015, I realize that so many things happened in my eighties.

There have been life and health struggles. COVID isolation, breast cancer, and then the mastectomy. Heart failure has changed my ability to do things that I could do before.

There has been loss and sadness. The passing of my younger brother, John. The passing of Aunty Joyce, my dear friend Dora, and my best friend and travel companion, Daphne, who was my age.

Despite these struggles and sad times, I am lucky to have a close family that loves me.

So what lies ahead of me in my nineties?

The past ten years have taught me that I am a survivor.

As I look through the open door of my nineties, I see my family there with me, ready to lend a helping hand.

I have stories to publish, blogs to write, books to read, interesting things to learn, crafts to make, and people I have yet to meet.

I have the faith and belief that I have God to guide me and to be with me along the years ahead.

Standing on the threshold of my nineties, I don’t feel old; I’m turning ninety years young.

– Nancy