To be honest, I am of the generation, who never expected to live past 30 and told my future husband as much. Once that date passed I quit predicting and here I am now, October 7th, just turning 82. How the heck did that happen?
It's a bummer for me that my birthday turned into such a significant date for the Hamas attack on the Israeli Kibbutzes, but it is what it is, and I will never pass this birthday again without a feeling of sorrow for what happened that day to innocent people. Frankly, there are too many dates like that these days.
What did that baby girl expect way back, all those years ago? Certainly, not the blessed life she had and the horrors out there in the world. How do we stay sane? Because was it the choice? To live with anger, fear and rage, no thanks for me. But it's a tough time, way beyond what I expected all those years ago with such great parents and a life full of possibilities. A golden era, I call it-- although with the Cold War, Korean War, and then Vietnam War, it sure wasn't all golden.
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