FORT COLLINS — Whoever came up with the truism “when it rains, it pours,” pretty much summed up the winding path that life will take eventually. Just give it enough time. And old-age will do a good job of that, too.
Rain, of course, is a good thing--until it goes on and on and on, such as the destructive 100-year flooding experienced in the Denver-Fort Collins area this fall, changing life as some knew it, and presenting formidable challenges for the future.
Life’s paths, though, generally are good--until the occasional bumps become mounds, and then hills, and finally mountains.
When I lived in eastern North Dakota, there was a mountain in tiny Arvilla State Park where we would ski and ride snowmobiles. And when I lived in western North Dakota, there was majestic Killdeer Mountain to marvel at.
It was only when I moved to Colorado’s San Luis Valley in 1984 that I realized that the Arvilla and Killdeer mountains were simply bumps in the earth compared to the true majesty of 14,000-foot Mount Blanca.
It was a matter of perspective meeting reality, I suppose. Just as it is when it comes to one’s health or aging.
Frankly, I do not age well. I do not like growing old. I hate the pain. I refuse to be in a wheelchair. But, as stated, when it rains, it pours. And so some of these things that I abhor, are becoming the reality of my life.
Furthermore, afflictions are striking loved ones in my family, as well. In May, 2009, I photographed the wedding of my dear niece (my minister brother’s daughter) in Waukesha, Wis. It was such a happy time, and they honeymooned at the Great Sand Dunes, and moved to Seattle, both employed by bookstore chains.
And then came her thyroid cancer and removal. And then colon cancer and removal, followed last week by a subsequent abscess and lots of pain.For the complete article see the 11-16-2013 issue.
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