I guess I started to think about “left overs” the day after Thanksgiving—the turkey is still fresh, the salad still crunchy, the cranberries still juicy. The pies—they’re gone—devoured the day before and everyone is glad because thoughts of all those calories have started to emerge.
But there’s a different kind of left over that fills my mind during this holiday season. My sister Vera and I are “left overs” of the family we grew up in. There were three of us, close siblings and we felt a certain amount of pride that the three of us were our family’s long-lived survivors.
A few weeks ago, our handsome, charming, caring, 95-year-old brother, died. Now only two of us are left over from a large pool of cousins as well, cousins we loved and with whom we shared wonderful experiences.
And, too, we’re “left overs” of our generation, often referred to as the greatest generation. Be that as it may, there aren’t many left of that generation.
So what’s left? A lot! There are my two boomers, my sister’s daughter, several new generations of grandchildren and great- grandchildren, and great nieces and nephews.
I live in a constantly changing world and in the new age of technology; and despite its major problems and crises, it is an exciting world. I have new friends to replace the old and new interests and challenges.
Whatever time is left over for me, it is my time and my challenge—as it has always been—to make the best use of it.