On Turning 37, and 38 . . .
On acceptance and peace . . .
I once had a co-worker who had a number of relatives die at age 54; if I remember correctly, it was the men in their family that died at 54 — and he was a man.
Fifty-four was like an expiration date that loomed over him and his family.
I met him when he was beyond the age of 54; so, he was able to reflect and share that getting to 54…