Life starts at 80

Dear grandmother,

I hope your birthday day was full of joy.
It has been entered for two years in the fourth age, age classification of those over 80 years. Fortunately, there are more and more people to spend the 8 decades of life.

To think that a few years ago someone aged 50 was considered elderly…. Interestingly, I see many senior universities, who accept registration from 55 years. The « nursery » of the seniors, therefore.

The aging process is different for everyone. Aging is a long process that takes years, it doesn’t happen overnight. It is a gradual process.

Our friend Fernanda Teixeira, for example, at the age of 70 decided to go to the university. Later, he eventually published the book “Calm to the Seventy” which he intends to have, first of all, to help demystify the stereotype of Idadism, showing that age is not, by itself, a factor impeding dreams of dreams and achievement of goals!

Not to mention, once again, our friend Ruy de Carvalho, who at 98 continues to work, and to be an example for everyone.

The phrase “Life starts at 80” can be interpreted in many ways. Many people believe that age is just a number and that with experience and wisdom acquired over the years, it is possible to live amazing moments and make new dreams come true even in the fourth age. In addition, health and vitality can allow many to enjoy this phase of life in a full and active way. The important thing is to maintain a positive and open attitude towards new experiences, regardless of age!

We do not need to add more years to life, but more life to the years we live.

The place of a 80’s is where he wants to be!

You are an example of this!

Congratulations, dear, grandmother.

Kisses

Beloved grandchild,

In these temporal days, I heard someone say that at these times what you know is to hear stories.

I don’t know if you have heard of the poet Corsino Fortes, a great poet from Cape Verde. We had been colleagues at the university-he left and I came in-and I was treating me for a fellow. We rediscovered years later in those “currents of writings” (would die shortly after).

There is a child, with the same name, that does an extraordinary thing.

People call him, give him a friend’s phone number and he, for half a dozen toast, calls that number, and says a friend of hers asked him to read a poem. And then read a beautiful poem, a list that always walks with him.

I was one of the contemplated. I didn’t even have words as he read a poem by Eugénio de Andrade. And in the end he asked, « Did you like it? »

Of course I had liked it a lot.

People are really happy after hearing it, namely the elders.

A few days ago a great friend was died, 88 years old.

A friend who everyone knew: Jorge Nuno Pinto da Costa.

He knew he was very sick – but we are never prepared for the death of our friends.

I was very fond of him. Not for football, that was indifferent to me, but because I was a fascinating person.

He was an extremely cultured man.

He spoke several languages ​​(I heard him speak a perfect German), he knew several color poems (I heard him recite, without a failure, the « only » of António Nobre, and many of Jose Régio.)

It was a pleasure to talk to him, and it distinguished very well an enemy from an opponent. And, as he explained, his relationship with both was different: a lot of respect for opponents, and no respect for enemies.

I really enjoyed knowing that he had left everything written about the funeral: who wanted it to be, who didn’t want it to be, and that they wanted everyone to be dressed in blue, the color of the club.

It will make me so much miss.

Kisses