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.
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That's a great reflection, Frank.
I can relate to the time flying, though my parents tell me it will only become more so. The truest satisfaction to be taken as the time flies by is that at least you can say it was invested in improving the lives of those who mean the most. I the sense the same could be said of your father.
Can you believe it will be 5 years this summer since I turned 50. Your still a youngster, but damn the time sure is flying.
Many of those points hit home with myself except for the children part. I don't ever regret it but I know there is a piece of me that will be be unlocked. Hidden away so to speak.
25 years does pass fast. Facebook has been reconnecting me to people I haven't seen in that amount of time and it's odd how we've changed so much and then again not changed at all. Here's tot the third act Frank.
Rich, it's pretty amazing where the time went. I was 25 once…and pow, now
i'm going to be 50. You're out there still kickin' it on the bike
trails…very cool indeed. Myself…I'll need to think of something.
Isn't it funny how the time goes? I like your idea: Let's raise our glasses
to a great third act!
Yes time flies or as Groucho said, Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Hey, I guess that your better half is now a “Cougar”!
Don't worry brother, even when we are in the nursing home, we'll still be ageless!
My mom will be 85 in September. 1924 was a very good year!
Time really does fly. The last 25 years passed in a moment when I happened to blink.
Wow…1924 was a good year. My dad was born in March 1924. Funny how a quarter of a century can go by so quickly!
Pax, I LOVE that Groucho joke…wonderful. Thanks for the laugh.
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