................................a journal about aging naturally, one wrinkle at a time.
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DISCOVERING THE BEAUTY OF GROWING OLDER.
May 29, 2013
At My Doorstep
Life really does go by faster the older we grow.
My mom use to say this but I didn't quite understand it until more recently. It kind of freaks me out now how fast the months come and go.
For instance, my dad died twelves years ago this past week.
Twelve years, just like that, come and gone, so easily.
I will feel very lucky if I get to live 3 more sets of twelve years, which will put me at age 88.
52 + 12 +12 +12 = 88...
Oh my.
Here is what I know of death- the pain of losing my Dad certainly lightened over time but I never stop missing him.
He was such a kind and loving soul. Full of goodness, through and through.
In celebration of him I took his ladylove on a short field trip to the Concord River on Friday, where we launched 6 paper boats in his honor. One for each of his five children, and her.
She was delighted.
As was I, to have had the moment.
To stop long enough in the whirlwind of life and not only remember the day, but to pause long enough to acknowledge him, and the hole his absence has left.
And to give my mom an extra squeeze.
To set a boat or two afloat.
But not adrift.
For the man who loved to sail.