I lost my mom when I was 35. She was just 61. For the longest time I was so afraid that I’d not live beyond 61. You know, genetics and all that stuff. But here I am looking 65 in the eye and wondering where the heck the years went. How did I go to sleep last night at 30 and wake up this morning approaching 65. It’s baffling.
My mom, bless her soul, was an incredibly realistic woman. She called it as she saw it. She told me when I was a kid that I’d wake up one day and be older … much older. And because I knew everything I didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe the years would pass in a blink of an eye. Yet they did.
She said one day I’d realize it. She was right. I was wrong. Enough said.
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Yes as I’m approaching another birthday ..I have often wondered like you as well , will we outlive our parents …my dad was my age and my mom I don’t think I’ll reach her age of 93 …it would be difficult when one looses a parent to illness, I can imagine your thoughts …Your mom was a terrific lady …strong, intelligent, a real go getter …I admired her so …we should all strive to be such a wonderful role model ..🥰
So true. The years feel like they have passed in a nanosecond.