Yesterday would have been my dad’s 85th birthday.
He’s been gone 21 years. A generation.
Stephen’s 16th birthday is tomorrow. He’s my youngest.
Matt made his college decision. NYU. He’ll be gone in 4 months.
Sheryl and I will be empty nesters in 2 years.
A student at the high school called Sheryl a “hottie” the other day. Great to hear when you’re 50.
I’ll be 50 this summer. (People don’t call me “hot,” they call me “sweaty.” It’s not the same.)
Snickers the Wonder Dog will be 7 this summer. She and I will be the same “age” for a short time.
25 years went by in a blink. If I’m lucky, I’ll pay attention to the next 25.



