Getting older is peculiar.
It’s easy to think 70 or 80 years is a long time — especially when you’re younger. It would be difficult to explain the sensation, but the other day, it suddenly struck me that 80 years is almost no time at all. You can’t expect me to believe we just fart around for 80 or so years and then that’s it. Surely that can’t be it. 80 years seems like just the warm up. Phase 1. It seems like by the time you’re 80 you’re only just barely getting grips on what life is all about, what’s important. Only just getting a firm grasp on true wisdom. It’s as if, at 80, you’re just finally starting to get out of your adolescent stage.
I miss my grandparents.