Boomers Turning 80 This Year

14 years ago I posted about Boomers turning 66. The first of the Boomers are now turning 80 and we are still making an impact. There’s been a lot of chatter lately about the first wave of Baby Boomers turning 80. The pundits are warming up, the headlines are writing themselves, and somewhere, someone is preparing a serious discussion about “the implications of aging.”

Truth is, most of us aren’t that interested.

We’ve lived long enough to know that life isn’t a report, it’s a relationship.

And that brings me to The Beatles and their song “When I’m Sixty-Four.” It wasn’t really about getting older. It was about something much more important: how do you keep love alive as time marches on?

That question doesn’t retire at 65 or 80.

The other day, I found myself in a lively conversation with three colleagues, two men and one woman. The topic? Relationships. More specifically, how do you know if you’re in a good one, and how do you keep it that way?

Simple question. Complicated answers.

What we circled back to, after a few laughs and a couple of “you’ve got to be kidding me” moments, was this: you have to be honest with yourself first.

Not just a little honest. Really honest.

What do you actually need, emotionally, physically, intellectually? Not what sounds good. Not what you think you should want. What do you truly need at this stage of your life?

That kind of self-reflection isn’t easy. It takes time. It takes a willingness to look in the mirror without flinching.

But once you get there, something shifts.

You can speak clearly. You can say to a partner, using that simple but powerful “I language,” this is what matters to me. And here’s the hard part: sometimes the person across from you can’t meet those needs.

That’s where things get real.

It’s easy to say, “move on.” It’s much harder to do, especially after years or decades of shared life. But if happiness is still the goal (and why wouldn’t it be?), then sometimes difficult decisions are part of the journey.

Now, when the conversation was getting thoughtful, one of the women dropped a line that stopped us all cold and then made us laugh.

She said, “Men your age are looking for a nurse… or a purse.”

Now, she’s a Boomer herself, widowed, with a wide circle of single friends. And she wasn’t joking, well, maybe a little, but not entirely.

Her view? Many older men are either looking for someone to take care of them… or someone who can afford to spend money on them.

I pushed back at first. It sounded a bit cynical.

But then I started asking around.

And wouldn’t you know it, there was some truth there.

Not for everyone, of course, but enough to make me pause.

Some men were clearly looking for comfort and care. Others were looking for financial stability. And a few, thankfully, were still looking for connection, companionship, and yes, even a bit of romance.

No wonder relationships can get complicated at this stage of life.

We carry history. Expectations. Habits that are well-worn and not easily changed.

And yet, the desire for connection doesn’t fade. If anything, it becomes clearer, more honest, maybe even a little less patient with nonsense.

Which brings me back to The Beatles.

I was lucky enough to see them live when they came to Vancouver in the 60s. The music, the energy, it stays with you. And even now, those songs still find their way into the present.

That’s what we do as Boomers.

We hold onto the memories, but we also keep them alive. We reinterpret them. We bring them forward into who we are today.

Turning 80 isn’t about winding down.

It’s about knowing more clearly what matters… and what doesn’t.

So, here’s the real question, not for the pundits, but for us:

At 80, are we still choosing relationships that bring life, laughter, and meaning into our days?

Or are we settling for something less?

Because whether you’re 64… or 80… the song remains the same.

Will you still need me?
Will you still feed me?

Maybe.

But more importantly, will you still know yourself well enough to choose wisely?

The future will surprise us. It will challenge us.

 It’s a funny thing about time, it doesn’t just move forward, it rushes.

Back in 2015, we were already shaking our heads at how fast things were changing. Today? It feels like we blinked, and the world rewrote itself again.

Think about it for a moment.

The internet, which began quietly in 1991, has now become the backbone of daily life. Google isn’t just a search engine; it’s how we think, find, and decide. YouTube and Twitter (now rebranded as X) helped start the social media wave, but today we’re just as likely to be scrolling, streaming, or sharing on platforms that didn’t even exist a decade ago.

And the biggest twist? We’re now talking to machines.

Artificial intelligence writes, answers, creates images, plans trips, and even helps families stay connected. Voice assistants, smart homes, wearable health trackers, technology isn’t just something we use anymore; it quietly works alongside us.

Remember when a phone was just a phone? Try finding one now. It’s your camera, your calendar, your map, your newspaper, your doctor’s reminder system, and sometimes your lifeline.

Even the idea of “going online” feels outdated, because we’re always connected.

Television? That old battle is over. Streaming didn’t just win; it took over completely. We watch what we want, when we want, wherever we are. Cable feels like a relic, something we explain to grandchildren the way our grandparents explained radio dramas.

Work has changed, too. Retirement itself has changed. Pensions aren’t as certain, and more people are building flexible lives, consulting, volunteering, creating, and contributing in new ways well into their later years.

And here’s the truth: as much as things feel uncertain, this isn’t the first time people have felt this way.

Let’s step back to 1925.

Picture it.

A world just recovering from World War I, stepping into what many called the “Roaring Twenties.” Jazz music fills the air. Cars are becoming more common, though still a luxury for many. Cities are growing, and electricity is spreading, but not everywhere.

Here’s a snapshot of life in 1925:

The average life expectancy was still under 60 years.
Many homes, especially in rural areas, still didn’t have indoor plumbing or electricity.
Radios were the new “must-have” technology, bringing news and entertainment into the home for the first time. Families gathered around them the way we gather around screens today.
Cars were becoming popular, but roads were rough, and long-distance travel was still an adventure.
Most women did not work outside the home, although that was slowly beginning to change.
Medical care was improving, but antibiotics like penicillin were not yet widely available. A simple infection could still be life-threatening.
Education was growing, but high school graduation was far from the norm.
And yes, people were already saying, “The world is changing too fast.”

Sound familiar?

Every generation stands in the middle of change and feels like it’s the most dramatic moment in history. And in a way, they’re all right.

But here’s the comforting part of the story.

People in 1925 adapted.
People in 2015 adapted.
And here we are, doing the same.

We learn the new tools. We shake our heads at the pace. We laugh a little at ourselves. And then, slowly, we make it part of our lives.

So, when we wonder what the world will look like in another 100 years, whether artificial intelligence will run everything, whether homes will think for us, whether travel will take minutes instead of hours, the honest answer is the same as it was back then:

We don’t know.

But we do know this.

The future will surprise us.
It will challenge us.
And just like every generation before us, we’ll find a way to live in it, shape it, and maybe even enjoy it.

Because in the end, it’s not just technology that defines an era.

It’s people, curious, adaptable, and always ready for the next chapter.

Do you get to shape how the curtain falls?

 There’s something both humbling and quietly amusing about the way William Shakespeare saw life unfolding, like a play where we enter, stumble through our lines, and eventually take a bow. In As You Like It, he gave us that unforgettable reminder:

“All the world’s a stage…
And one man in his time plays many parts…”

By the time we reach what he calls the “last scene of all,” there’s a touch of humour wrapped in truth, “sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” It makes us smile, maybe shake our heads, but it also nudges us toward something deeper: awareness.

Because here’s the thing, retirement isn’t the end of the story. It’s the final act where, if we’re wise, we get to shape how the curtain falls.

And that’s where planning comes in.

Think of advanced care planning and estate planning not as paperwork, but as storytelling with intention. It’s your way of saying, “Here’s how I want this next chapter to unfold. Here’s how I want to be cared for. Here’s what matters to me.”

Many people drift into retirement having carefully planned their finances, yet leave the rest to chance. But this stage of life asks a different kind of question, not “How much do I have?” but “What do I want to happen, for me and for the people I love, and for me when I can no longer speak for myself?”

A good plan usually begins with a will. Simple in concept, powerful in impact. Without one, decisions about your belongings, your home, and even treasured personal items are left to government rules. And those rules don’t know your family stories, your values, or your intentions. That’s where confusion, delays, and sometimes painful disagreements can begin.

A properly prepared will brings clarity. It gives direction. It says, “This is what I chose.”

But a thoughtful plan doesn’t stop there.

There’s also the question of care. If illness or injury leaves you unable to make decisions, who will speak on your behalf? What kind of care would you want, and just as importantly, what wouldn’t you want? These are deeply personal choices, and putting them in writing lifts a heavy burden from those who might otherwise be left guessing.

Then there are powers of attorney and health care directives, documents that quietly stand in your place when needed. They don’t take away your independence; they protect it.

Some people also explore trusts, especially if their situation is more complex. A trust allows someone you appoint, a trustee, to manage assets according to your wishes. For certain families, this can be incredibly helpful. But it’s worth being honest here: not everyone needs a trust, and sometimes people try to control too much from beyond the curtain. Life, like theatre, still needs room for a little improvisation.

The key is balance.

A good plan is clear, practical, and respectful of both your wishes and the realities your family will face. It’s not about control, it’s about care.

Now, let’s bring this down from the legal language to something more human.

Imagine a conversation around a kitchen table. A daughter wondering, “What would Dad have wanted?” A spouse second-guessing every decision. A son feeling the weight of responsibility with no clear guidance.

Now imagine the same scene, but with a plan in place.

The tone shifts. There’s still emotion, of course, but there’s also confidence. Relief. Even gratitude.

“He told us what he wanted.”
“We know what to do.”

That’s the gift of planning.

And here’s the part many people overlook: you don’t have to do it all at once. Start where you are. Maybe it’s a conversation. Maybe it’s jotting down your thoughts. Maybe it’s making that first appointment to get a will drafted properly.

What matters is the beginning.

Because of this “last act” that Shakespeare speaks of? It doesn’t have to be something we drift into unprepared. It can be something we approach with intention, dignity, and even a bit of grace.

You’ve lived a full life of roles: teacher, parent, partner, friend, volunteer, and leader. Each one is shaped by the choices you made along the way.

This next role, the planner, the guide for what comes after, is just as important.

So, here’s a gentle challenge, the kind that lingers after a good story:

If someone you love had to make decisions for you tomorrow, would they know what you want?

And if not, what’s one small step you could take this week to make that clearer?

Shakespeare gave us the metaphor. The stage, the script, the final bow.

The rest? That’s still yours to write.

 

That sense of being the “hero” softened, then slipped away

 There’s a quiet truth many of us carry, whether we say it out loud or not: we want our lives to matter. Not in some grand, headline-making way, but in a way that feels real, personal, and lasting. The urge to be the hero of our own story is not selfish. It’s human.

As children, we didn’t question it. We ran, imagined, created worlds where we were explorers, builders, protectors, dreamers. We didn’t need permission to be the center of a story; we were. But somewhere along the road of responsibility, deadlines, and doing what needed to be done, that sense of being the “hero” softened, then slipped quietly into the background.

In its place, something more practical took over.

We began to measure our lives differently. A steady income. A reliable home. A family cared for. Responsibilities met. These are not small things; they are, in many ways, heroic. But they are also quiet victories, often unspoken, and sometimes, unrecognized even by us.

And so, the deeper part of us, the part that still longs to feel significant, connected, meaningful, finds other ways to express itself. Sometimes we measure success in numbers. Sometimes in comparison. Sometimes in small, private ways that no one else sees.

But underneath it all, there’s still that steady pulse: my life meant something… didn’t it?

Let me answer that clearly.

Yes. It did. And it still does.

But here’s the part that often gets missed.

Your story doesn’t fully exist until it is told.

Not perfectly. Not all at once. Not in a way that impresses everyone. But honestly, creatively, and in your own voice.

Because your life is not just a series of events, it’s a lived experience shaped by time. And time, as we’ve come to understand, is not just something that passes. It’s something that transforms everything it touches.

Think about how you remember your past now. The details may not all be sharp, but the meaning is richer. The emotions are clearer. The lessons, sometimes hard-earned, have settled into something steady and wise.

That’s not the fading of your story.

That’s the deepening of it.

And here’s where creativity comes in, not as something complicated or artistic in the traditional sense, but as something natural and human.

Creativity is simply the act of bringing something to life.

And your story? It’s waiting to be brought to life again.

You don’t need to be a writer. You don’t need perfect memory. You don’t need to organize your life into neat chapters. What you need is a willingness to begin.

Start with a moment.

A real one.

The first job you ever had. The day you met someone who changed your life. A time you failed and learned something you never forgot. A place that still lives in your mind when you close your eyes.

Tell it the way you would tell a friend sitting across from you.

Because here’s something important to understand: people are not looking for perfection. They are looking for the truth.

And your truth carries weight.

In many cultures, elders are not defined by what they own or even what they have achieved. They are valued because they have lived. Because they have seen what time does, how it builds, how it breaks, how it heals. They are the keepers of stories, not because they are better, but because they have travelled further.

That’s you.

You are not “past your prime.”

You are in your storytelling years.

And your stories matter more than you think.

A grandchild may not remember every gift you gave them, but they will remember how you made them feel when you shared a story about your life. A younger person struggling with something may find direction because you spoke honestly about a time when you struggled too.

Stories create connection.

They turn experience into something that can be shared, understood, and carried forward.

And here’s where the idea of being a hero comes back into focus.

A hero is not someone who never struggles. A hero is someone who faces life, learns from it, and continues forward. A hero grows, adapts, and, most importantly, shares what they’ve learned so others don’t have to walk blindly.

When you tell your story, you are doing exactly that.

You are saying, “I was here. I lived this. I learned this. And maybe, just maybe, this will help you too.”

That’s not small.

That’s powerful.

Now, let’s talk about the hesitation that often gets in the way.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“My life isn’t that interesting.”

“I might forget things.”

“I don’t want to sound foolish.”

All of those thoughts are normal. But none of them are reasons to stay silent.

Your story doesn’t need to be complete to be meaningful. It doesn’t need to be polished to be valuable. In fact, it’s often the rough edges, the pauses, the moments where you stop and say, “I’m not sure how to explain this, but…”, those are the moments that feel most real to the listener.

And if you forget a detail? That’s okay.

Remember, your story has already been shaped by time. What remains is what matters most.

You can tell your story in many ways.

You can speak it, over coffee, at the dinner table, or during a walk.

You can write it, short pieces, a few sentences at a time.

You can record it, your voice, your tone, your laughter, all preserved.

You can even share it through creativity, drawing, music, photographs, or simple notes that capture a feeling.

There is no single right way.

There is only your way.

And here’s something worth holding onto when you begin telling your story, something unexpected often happens.

You start to see your life differently.

Moments you once overlooked begin to stand out. Challenges you once wished away begin to reveal what they taught you. Even the difficult parts begin to fit into a larger picture.

You begin to recognize something important.

You weren’t just going through life.

You were shaping it.

And that realization changes how you see yourself.

Not smaller. Not finished.

But whole.

So don’t wait for the perfect time. Don’t wait until you “have it all figured out.” Time will keep moving, as it always does. But within that movement is an opportunity to capture something, to share something, to create something that didn’t exist before you spoke or wrote it.

Your story is not behind you.

It is still unfolding.

And by telling it, you give it life, not just for yourself, but for those who will listen, learn, and carry a part of it forward.

So be the hero of your story.

Not by making it bigger than it is, but by honouring it for what it truly is.

A life lived.

A journey taken.

A story worth telling.