One of my uncles died last week. He was 67. My dad is also 67.
I turned 35 today. If you cut my years on this earth in half and went back in time, it would be the summer between my junior and senior year of high school.
Now I’m 35.
If you double the years I’ve already spent on this earth, I’ll be 70.
It’s been a reflective couple of weeks for me. It’s a reflective time when I start realizing my parents and their siblings are the generation of people who are dying. Like when I was in 3rd grade and my grandpa died. I was sad, but also gained a pragmatic understanding: that’s what old people do, they die. Continue Reading…