O' the day - 20250624

My grandson turns 5 today. Impossible that he's that old - because that means his dad just turned 33. And that I just turned 54. I'm old. I feel every day of my 54 years.

O' the day 20250618

"The sky is leaking; my windshield's cryin'" - a more beautiful analogy I haven't seen in a long while. Loss hits whether we plan it or no; some loss is a net positive as we needed to lose whatever it is we lost. Some is a net negative - we didn't plan it, we didn't want it, we never get over it.

O' the day - 20250617

Mortality is tough. I actively shy away from thinking about it; maybe the lack of inurement is why it hits so hard when I *have* to think about it. When does a person lose enough of themselves that they're no longer the one you remember? What makes you, you? How many personal quirks and attributes need to fall away before there's a stranger in front of you, instead of the parent you once knew?