OldManOnFire 7 points 1y ago
It's easy to have a positive attitude when your life is as lucky as mine. Yesterday my eighth grandchild was born, a little girl named Sophia. My wife made Rice Krispie Treats but used granola instead of Rice Krispies - yum! I flew back home to the Rockies to spend Christmas with my parents. The kids all have good jobs and are in healthy relationships, my wife and I just danced at home because we don't want to go to the eighties club until Omicron dies down.
I'm surrounded by family, good food (we live in San Antonio where Tex-Mex is done right), great music, and two very stoopid but lovable dogs. I've worked through about 3/4 of my blind bucket list, met some really cool people here on r/Blind and my other Reddit home, r/Love, and my eye problems waited to show up until after I saw the last Star Wars film in the theater, meaning I got to see the original theatrical release of all of them, starting in 1977 when I was ten years old.
It's been an amazing life, with laughter and tears and everything in between. I've spent the last 30 years falling more deeply in love with my wife and watching our kids fall in love and start families of their own. I've sat at a table with my father, my son, and my son's son, four generations of firstborn sons, each of us on different paths but all of us living lives of integrity. I suppose I could feel sorry for myself, but why would I want to? I'm having too much fun showing my kids their dad can still waterski better than they can, or watching my daughter prove she can hit balls in the batting cages better than I can. Blindness is just another challenge. It's an inconvenience but not a catastrophe, and it certainly doesn't define me. There's too much good to celebrate - I'm not going to take my eyes off of it to live in fear or sorrow.
And yeah, I know this is Reddit, where it's cool to hate yourself and everything else, where self-depreciation means street cred (or karma, technically), and I know the tone I'm using might not be the tone people expect from someone whose rapidly losing what little sight he has left, but this is me. This is how I feel, how I live and love and who I am when I wake up with my arms wrapped around my wife.