About Me

I'm Royce Shook, retired professional, volunteer leader, and lifelong learner who believes the Boomer generation is rewriting what it means to grow older. This blog is my conversation with you about that journey.

I spent my career in education, teaching at both the junior high and university levels. Along the way, I learned something that has stayed with me: people are capable of remarkable change at any age. I've seen students who struggled in Grade One go on to become professors. I've seen people in their 80s discover new passions and purpose. That has shaped how I see the world, and how I see this stage of life.

When I retired, I didn't slow down. I became a member of the Board of Directors of SHARE Family Services, a Workshop Presenter  for Seniors Helping Seniors association, a member of the Advisory Board for the Senior Advocate of BC, and I am now, President of the Wilson Seniors Advisory Association, a registered charity serving seniors in Port Coquitlam since 1993. In that role, I work alongside seniors who are redefining what it means to contribute, lead, and stay connected in their later years.

 I work with the Tri-Cities Seniors Action Society as Chair, and I am on the Transit Police Advisory Association as well as the Tri Cities Food Insecurity committee. I also volunteer with the BC Community Response Network, raising awareness about elder abuse, neglect, and self-neglect. I have seen how isolation can harm, and how connection can heal.

I started this blog in 2010, inspired by my mother, who kept a diary from the day she married my father. When she died at age 56, I was given the chance to open those pages and discover who she really was, what she loved, what she feared, for what she hoped. It was like meeting her for the first time.

I wanted to leave something similar for my children and grandchildren. Not my secrets, necessarily, but my presence. My voice. My particular way of seeing things.

What I didn't expect was that people, complete strangers, would start reading. And writing back. And sharing their own stories.

That changed everything.

Now I write for all of us. For the working Boomer preparing for the next chapter. For the seasoned senior navigating the second act. For anyone who wants to live with purpose, resilience, and connection, long after the work badge has been hung up.

I write about the things that matter:

• Purpose – What gives meaning when the routines of work fall away?
• Resilience – How do we face loss, change, and uncertainty with grace?
• Connection – How do we build relationships across generations and communities?
• Health and well-being – What does it take to stay active, curious, and engaged?
• Community – How can seniors lead, mentor, and contribute?

I don't have all the answers. But I've learned a few things, mostly from watching people who show up, keep trying, and refuse to fade quietly into the background.

A Little More About Me

• Age: I'm in my 80th year, and I'm still learning every day.
• Family: Married to Colleen for five decades. Two children. A grandson who inspired this blog.
• Passions: Writing, volunteering, and the occasional bus excursion with fellow seniors.
• Belief: Every stage of life has something to teach us. The question is whether we're paying attention.

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If you're in Port Coquitlam, stop by the Wilson Centre and say hello. I'm usually there, probably in the lounge with a coffee and a conversation.

"We don't stop because we get old. We get old because we stop."

Your Invitation

So here is my invitation to you. Stop worrying about whether people are listening to your advice. They probably are not.

Worry about whether they are watching your life. Because they definitely are.

Be kind when it is easier to be grumpy.
Be patient when it is easier to snap.
Be brave when it is easier to hide.
Show up when it is easier to stay home.

And do not worry about the ones who call you lucky. They are not your audience.

Your audience is the one person who is watching quietly, (your grandchild, your neiibours friend, your youngest child) learning silently, and getting ready to take their own first step because they saw you take yours.

That is why you keep going.

That is why being a senior is not a retreat from leadership.

It is the purest form of it.

What Role Models Actually Do

Let me clear up a misconception.

Role models are not perfect. They are not saints. They are not people who have it all figured out.

Role models are people who keep trying. Who fall down and get back up. Who admit when they are wrong. Who apologize when they have hurt someone. Who show up even when they do not feel like it.

That is what your grandchildren need to see. Not perfection. Persistence.

They need to see you struggle and keep going. They need to see you fail and try again. They need to see you face hard things with dignity, not because it is easy, but because it is right.

That is how they learn resilience. Not from your sermons. From your scars.

I once knew a man, I will call him Frank, who lost his wife after fifty-seven years of marriage. He was devastated. He stopped coming to the centre. He stopped answering his phone. He stopped living.

And then one day, a volunteer called him. Not to fix him. Just to say, "We miss you. Your chair is empty."

Frank came back. Not all at once. Slowly. Hesitantly. He sat in the back. He did not talk much. But he came.

Over time, he started talking. Then he started helping. Then he started greeting new members at the door. The same door he had been afraid to walk through himself.

Frank never gave a speech about resilience. He never wrote a book about grief. He just showed up. And every person who watched him come back learned something that no lecture could teach.

That is what a role model does. Not teach. Show.

The Small Events Are the Real Events

Here is something I think the world gets wrong. We think the big events matter most. The elections. The disasters. The dramatic moments that make the news.

But the small events? The daily choices? The quiet conversations? The way you treat a cashier, handle a disappointment, or show up for a friend who is struggling? Those seem insignificant. They are not.

They are the building blocks of a life. And they are exactly what your children and grandchildren are watching.

They will not remember your opinions on the economy. They will remember whether you were kind when it was inconvenient.

They will not remember your advice about money. They will remember whether you seemed peaceful or panicked about your own.

They will not remember your lectures on honesty. They will remember whether you told the truth when a small lie would have been easier.

You may not affect the outcomes of big events. None of us really can. But by your actions, you can influence the people you love as they face the small events of life. And the small events, stacked one on top of another, are what a life is made of.