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When I was a girl in small town Indiana, we placed flowers from my mother’s garden on my grandparent’s graves on All Soul’s Day, which is also my birthday. This time of year, the stores abound with fall flowers which bring floods of memories of simpler and happier times of childhood.

It’s midnight in my time zone and I am now officially eligible for social security. I am 62 years old today, born November 2, 1950. My future is uncertain; it is a little frightening to go into these years alone. But it’s not impossible. Just as the seagulls who can stand calm, unruffled by the heavy winds and crashing surf, I too can weather the storm.