Throughout the year, some of life’s milestones deserve a celebration.
Of that, I am sure. Just don’t do it for me. I’m fine. See you tomorrow.
If left up to me… well. You may not want to read this.
Tell me, “Good job…” and that’s acknowledgment enough.
Pat me on the back. Shake my hand, nod your head, or even say you’ll pray for me.
But what would be good, better, or even best?
Just give me that underhand wave motorcyclist use in their exclusive club.
That’ll do, and it’s more than enough.
Whew! That’s stated and done with.
Heed my advice – no center stage or hyped event.
And I promise to do the same for you.
Through the years, I’ve learned that celebrations cost money and time.
Which of the two is most important?
Depends on your wallet, I suppose.
Money can more easily be replaced than time.
So time must be the most valued gift.
If I can casually join in, stand on the sidelines and watch,
Please understand that I’m giving the best I “got”! My time.
By the way, I don’t like “head tables.”
That should give a huge hint!
Such events often hold an exclusive place in life.
Few may ever reach it. A milestone? True,
But why must “everyone” join in the celebration?
Let them celebrate how they want. They’ve earned it.
Don’t ask me to emcee, speak at, or be the public face.
I did not attend my High School graduation.
I had already moved on to a job, college, and life.
I did not want to attend my college final event,
But there was a special invite, and I felt obligated.
Even our wedding was a small affair at a family member’s home.
I would have been happier with even less: you, me, a witness,
And a padre to seal the deal before God.
(Hmmm… Sounds like the green grass of home…)
It was one of the best funerals that spoke so loudly of life, wrapping up
It was held by a graveside with no fanfare, flowers, or songs by talented people.
It’s just the lonesome celebration of saying goodbye. My way.
I was proud to stand in the crowd and weep my farewell with other weepers.
I’ve learned that what works for me seldom works for others.
There was a time when it would have been an honor to be involved or recognized.
Just not now. Today, and for the remainder of my life, I’m fine.
What’s that phrase you heard at the end of a scene when they were shooting movies in the olden days?
“Fade to black. Cut. Print it! That’s a wrap. Good job, everyone!”
Well. Done…come on in…
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