Yesterday we spent the day celebrating the 4th with old friends. For as long as I can remember, we have gathered for holidays and summer barbecues, road rallies, winter snow days and raising our kids.
Yesterday we talked about some of us still having parents in our 90s. And the people sitting here listening will usher them through the rough patch ahead.
Life around the table seems remarkably unchanged -- other than our kids are now parents with kids -- and eyeglasses are strewn everywhere. It sounds the same is a better description, for it certainly doesn't look the same, with bad backs and high blood pressure, sciatic pain, diabetes and cancer. We don't dwell on that, because we are busy marveling at our good fortune.
Let it go on forever, I wish, as everyone leans forward to talk all at once. Let the old stories pour out funny and timeless. Let it bring comfort, that someone else knows our history and will carry it on. May we always listen and laugh, and be the light in each other's lives.
It startles me that I'm a little over two years away from turning 60. I don't feel that old!
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