The time seemingly passes slowly when you are younger, especially when you are still in your school days, but eventually you reach this point where I am now, look back and realize it's all gone by in a flash.
Been doing a lot of reading and ruminating today. I need to find a third r-word thing to go with those.
I think how my father only made it to 63 or 64 and feel fortunate and lucky. I say that very humbly because I am well aware that everything could change five minutes from now.
I found a Smothers Brothers record in a thrift store yesterday. That listen certainly transported me back to an earlier time.
I can honestly say that I 'feel' younger on the first day of 68 than the last few weeks of 67. And there are parts of me that still feel 18. It would be impossible to explain though.
The thing about time passing by is the connections to people that you lose along the way. You may gain new friends every day as you grow older but there are always the older connections and the various reasons why those friendships and relationships end. And there's no replacing the most meaningful connections. No matter how valuable a new friendship is and what level it may rise to, it cannot replace what existed and mattered in another. It may become just as important in its own unique way, but you will always feel the loss of what once existed. I don't know what it can be compared to.
So now that I've made it to 68, I really want to reach the next number in the order.
(To Be Continued)
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