There have been many days that I wake up and honestly canít believe Iíve
made it to the age of 98! Iím thankful every day that my mind is clear, Iím still independent and that
until two years ago, Iíd never been in a hospital overnight other than to have my children.
Growing up as the middle child of six in the 20ís and 30ís, our life was modest. I was close to all my four
sisters and one brother. Kids back then, readily adopted the playground as our home away from home, where I
not only played sports, but developed a life-long passion for knitting and crocheting, which I continued until
recently when my hands just stopped working well anymore.
During my first marriage, I knew that
something was missing from my life. I wasnít happy, and our first child, a boy, died three hours after birth. This
was a very difficult time for both myself and my first husband.
Several years later I met a man who
was also in an unhappy marriage. We fell in love and I got pregnant with his child during this time. It wasnít a
time when women could freely announce that they were up and leaving, so I stayed with him until my
daughter was one-and-a-half-years old. It was very challenging to live like this, knowing I was planning to
The time finally came, when I couldnít remain in this painful situation any longer. Of course he
thought this child was his and I felt it best to let him believe she was. I realize now, that there were other
choices and can only imagine what might have happened if things had played out differently.
me, leaving everything and choosing to begin over, was a profound act of being true to myself.
Although I lost many friends and was harshly criticized by people around me, I just could not bear to
stay in this loveless marriage any longer.
Moving in and living with my sister and her family
for one year was tough, but in the end very necessary and worth it. I did marry my daughterís father when she
was two-and-a- half, and went on to have a son with him. We got to enjoy 17 wonderful years together.
Funny thing, although we were born the same day, same year, he died suddenly of a heart
attack at the age of 51, yet I went on to live a full life on my own, never remarrying. His death is one of great
loss in my life, as he was truly the love of my life. But, in life, we must go on.
My outlook is positive
and my daughter reminds me that my ďmottoĒ is ďtalk yourself out of it.Ē Iíve never let things get to me
and Iím grateful that Iím still healthy, able to get around and live on my own. No regrets and Iíve never
understood the value of holding grudges. All my siblings are gone now and I remain thankful to be the
last one standing, still enjoying life every day.
Written by Beverley Golden on
behalf of Lillian