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Having lived as long as I have, I could probably fill multiple volumes with all the up's and downs of my life in this letter. But thanks to #hive, I am now able to leave those crumbs that will lead me back to my younger self.
Who knows what the next 10 years will bring.
Here in the United States of America, the average life expectancy for a female is 80.7 years , it's 76.3 for men.
These figures put the USA at the 40th position world wide.
Japan is in 1st place with 86.9 years for women and with 81.5 years for men.
Just a reality check before the letter writing.
Dear Robin,
Congratulations, if you are reading this letter you were blessed with a decade of loving life. When you retired at the age of 62, you were doing the dance of freedom. Freedom from the alarm clock, freedom from the the boss , freedom from all those people who were constantly stressing you out. It was time to say good bye to the tether of work.
You had a plan of what was to come after those days were over. The question people asked you, over and over again was "what will you do with all your free time?" Your response was always the same, whatever I feel like doing. Then I would follow up with, gardening, traveling, enjoying my family, celebrating life.
Then there was always someone who would say, can you really afford to retire so young? I would just laugh because I knew I had planned that day for many years. 
Oh the memories, how sweet they are. Remembering the blessed life you had with loving parents, three brothers, three sisters that were thick as thieves. Always a noisy but tight group, that always had each others backs.
Remember your wedding day, you felt like a princess. All dressed in white as you walked down the aisle of the church you grew up in with dad on your arm. The tears of joy you noticed on your mother's cheeks as your dad kissed you, then pressed your hand into your soon to be husband's. A man who would keep his promise to you, to love , honor and cherish you for the rest of your life. You were one lucky lady for sure.
You were so excited after the church ceremony was over, ready to jump into Uncle Dick's Cadillac to be driven in style to the reception that awaited you .
Only to have the car unwilling to start. Your parents station wagon would have to do. The laughs you've had over the years about that little hiccup. What a wonderful day it was.
Your early 20's were so amazing. Landing your first "real" job. The joy of being a newly wed, the time and money to travel and party. No strings attached. You were so in love, content, enjoying all the concerts , the trips, hikes in the mountains, finding those private places to just be with your man.
How about the day you took your "sample" to your friend in the lab. The news that came back, brought you to tears of happiness.
You would have a baby some months down the road. Another dream would come true. The start of the family you dreamed of having since you were a little girl.
Who knew there would be three more bundles of joy that would shape your life, bringing you overwhelming love and joy for the next twenty some odd years.
Oh yes, there were days that challenged your strength and commitment, but with your partner as solid as Sears , life kept moving in the right direction.
All the kids' basketball and baseball games, Derrick's wrestling matches, phew, you spent half your time in the gyms or on the fields. Boy, that was fun. Shoot, remember strapping Erica to your chest at 10 days old to watch the other three gym rats playing games.
Life was busy, for sure, and you loved every minute of it.
Spending summers on the farm.
The year was 1987, you had owned the farm for 7 years already and it was time to build the house there in the mountains. You and the family planned to camp on the property for the summer while you watched your hubby and our best friend break ground on what would be your vacation home for years to come. You were so amazed at how quickly progress was made in the construction. You didn't mind the cooking , you were happy to keep the crew well nourished. The shower bags that hung in the trees were always fabulously luke warm, as you cleaned up at the end of the day. The little pool you put up worked wonders for those three dirty little boys.
1990, the bonus year.
Remember being at the farm during spring break and asking your sons to sit down with you, there was some news to share.
Guess what guys, we are going to have a new baby. At first they just looked at me, really? Then you laughed and just hugged them all, reminding them that there is plenty of love to go around. Hey maybe it will be a little girl, I said, as they just poo pooed me, NOT A GIRL! But then their dad said, "yup it's going to be a girl born on my birthday. Well, he had no idea of course at that time, I don't think he had done the calculations, he was just playing around.
Robin, it goes without saying you were blown away when the doctor gave you the due date of November 6th, yeah, that's right, your hubby's birthday. As it turned out, you went into labor the day after you had baked the cake to celebrate your best friend's birthday .
Your bonus baby was born, the little girl you never thought you would have, came into this world, pink and perfect. The little girl who is now a woman that will be wed on October 2nd 2021. Just around the corner.
Yessire, your life has been blessed. Think of how your family has grown. With seven grand children you adore, as they love their "grammy" to no end, the warmth I feel at this moment, just thinking of them, should trigger all those happy memories in your heart.
Now that you are a decade older, surely there are a few additional grand children added to the love list.
If all goes well, you may just get a few added bonus years, remember the stats? American women on average live to be 80.7 years. At 76, keep busy, enjoy yourself and don't waste a single minute.
Never change, it's worked out well so far.
Be at peace girlfriend, your life was worth living.
You will be remembered.
From your younger self.