Dad 1979 |
I can hear Dad’s voice in my ears. If he were here, he’d be teasing me now as I enter the sixth decade of life. But Dad passed a dozen years ago, and I’m giving myself at least another decade or two before following that particular piece of his advice.
“The older you get, the faster it goes.”
This too, Dad was apt to repeat in a voice filled with an odd mix of frustration, bewilderment and warning. Reluctantly, I’m beginning the see the truth in those words.
But mostly, as I enter this final third of life, I realize I’ve begun
to count backwards. If I live to 90, that gives me 30 years. 85 gives
me 25. So what am I going to do with those remaining years? Read more...
Dad's 80th Birthday 2001 |
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