When a man turns 60 you would think he’d look back on his life and all that he’s done and see the miracles that he’s performed. All the good that has happened and what wonders exist in the world. I looked at my life until now and was amazed at the fact that I’ve never had to ask anyone to look after me. Through cancer, through recovery, through it all, I took care of myself. I’ve never had to ask for a handout, raised a daughter as best as I could and yet, here I am, at 60. Who knows what 61 or 62 or more brings but today, I’m 60. When I was 50 I had a similar experience thinking half-a-century and I should have those that loved me around me, but that wasn’t the case. This isn’t a tale of woe or bitterness, just reconciliation. You take stock in the things that you have and you make sure that what you need is what you deserve. As the line goes, “the evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones”. I miss many things I should have said and done. I miss the hugs I didn’t give or take. The moments I should have been more present. The people I should have appreciated more than I did. Yet, I did what I did because I was who I was. I am different in this moment than I was then. Love isn’t something to be squandered because you think you can figure it out tomorrow. Tomorrow, as the expression goes, will take care of itself. Today is what matters today.