Wednesday, 20 November 2013

THE WHO - My Generation


I Hope I Die Before I get Old!
Old Ma and Regis! 1983

THE WHO - My Generation (1965)

This post is dedicated to Regis Serre the brother of Old Ma and really, the last of her closest family. Regis passed away last week at the age of 78.

At my age you do start to think about your own vuneribility, especially when you hear of old school friends and work colleagues  'dropping off'.'

Sorry about that!  but it does come a more frequent event the older you get. My Sister Rose said at our age,
it is a case of  'dodging bullets'.

Both Old Ma and myself have dodged a few sniper shots ourselves, over the passed couple of years. But we are still here up and blogging!

I am glad  (thankful)  that I have made it to my age, (I am only 64)  rather than having had to go  'over the trench wall'  in the first world war  or 'rush the beaches' at Normandy. So really, reaching 64 years is a lot better than the many many good souls, who were taken at the prime of their lives, in these two horrible wars.

'so hey! be thankful Bro!' 

Sorry for being a bit morbid,  but it kind of hits you when someone close to you goes! 

I have always loved  My Generation by The Who. The immortal line ' hope I die before I get old'  is something I and a lot of the fifties/sixties generation have probably said at one time. We would rather die before we became a bother or a burdon to our kids, or infact a burdon to anyone.

Take my old Mum, she was visiting me a few years ago before she passed away and I found out she had a health problem and when I asked her why did she not tell me about it. I got the same old response :

'I din't want to bother you'

I had to scold her, tell her off :

 'it is much worse now, if only you had told me sooner....' .

Thank God! we have progressed from that kind of mentality!!

Have we? 

I did not get to know Regis well, as he lived in Canada, but I would have loved to have know him better..

R.I.P. Regis Serre  

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20 November 2013 at 09:42

I know people who were already old men in their late twenties and others, like us I suppose, who'll never really grow up. 'It's much better by far, to be young at heart', as Mr Sinatra once put it.

This is a thought provoking piece and touching tribute to Regis - R.I.P. sir. My condolences to Old Ma.

20 November 2013 at 10:40

Thanks for posting this Old Pa, and my condolenes to Old Ma too.
One thing we all share (or certainly once we've got to a particular age!)is the experience of having people we know dying, and sad though it obviously is, I find that just knowing that we all go through it, and we all think about it, is actually a comfort.

20 November 2013 at 10:47

C and TS thanks for the comments, I agree C it is some sort of comfort in a way....TS I love being a great big regards music, it kind of annoys me when people get stuck in a time zone and never move on or are prepared to listen to anything new...takes all types I suppose.

20 November 2013 at 12:45

I had to explain dying to my son who is only four, saying that everybody goes but that my uncle was alot older than him and he has lots of living to do (inshallah). He responded that he didn't want to die and that he didn't want me or mummy to go as he was scared to be all alone. Sobering.

Never a truer phrase and a fitting tribute to an uncle I wish I knew more of. RIP

20 November 2013 at 14:14

Thank you so much for the tribute! Cross the ocean and see us in Montreal very soon!

Cousin Eric

20 November 2013 at 17:47

Beautiful post Old Pa. I attended a great aunts funeral on Monday and have been thinking about Mortality all week. RIP

21 November 2013 at 07:27

The double-edged sword of being blessed with life but doomed to lose it one day. Is there anything more deeply fundamental to the way we face up to living? My thoughts go out to Old Ma. RIP, Regis.