A Letter To My 75-Year-Old Self

A Future Me Reflection

Hey Future George,

If you’re reading this, hats off for cruising through the rollercoaster of life to hit 75. You’ve been through the wringer, and then some, but here you are — probably a bit more wrinkled, wiser, and still kicking.

Let’s rewind the tape a bit and go back to the days when you were a little less gray and a lot more reckless.

Remember your stint in the Marines?

Those were some of the rawest, most real days of your life.

You learned about brotherhood, loss, and the kind of courage that doesn’t always make it into the movies. Losing your best friend at war… that wasn’t just a chapter in your story; it was a seismic shift in who you became.

Fast forward through the years, and there you were, grappling with the beast called divorce. It chewed you up, spit you out, but you didn’t let it break you. No, you came out with the gift of writing and a few more scars to tell your story.

Single dad life, now that was an adventure.

Juggling dad duties with writing and all the curveballs life threw at you. You were like a one-man circus act, but you pulled it off with the grace of a drunk ballerina, and let’s be honest, that’s pretty impressive.