Then I started thinking. In 15 years I will be 80. Fifteen years isn't a very long time, but 80 seems pretty old! I know the joke "consider the alternative". But as a reality it really hit me hard.
Also birthdays. Courtney and Morgan both have birthdays in the next few weeks. She'll be 42 and he'll be 39. And I won't be seeing them on their birthdays. I cannot remember when we last celebrated their birthdays as a whole family together. When they were living at home I feel like they were still mine. My kids. My babies. Now they are these whole, aging, independent adults.
The whole passage of time and aging is a common theme in my writing. I guess because it's where I am and what I am thinking and obsessing about.
Nick has been scanning old pictures. I have been helping him identify some of them. He cannot always tell which child or baby is in the picture, but I am pretty confident that I can.
There's a shoe box full of letters sitting on the round table. Actually, there are lots of shoe boxes of letters, but it's the only one that I have been in today. They are funny and informative. And make me remember things I had forgotten. And I wrote about things that I don't remember, but since I wrote them I guess they happened.
|Dale and I sitting in our old family car. I think it was a Nash Rambler|
|Curly haired me at about age 3, probably in Greece|
|My grandparents, my dad and my uncles. I am guessing around 1934|
|Carol's high school graduation 1966|
|Nick before I knew him. One his motorcycle in Dijon, France|