My nephew will be five years old tomorrow and I could not be more proud of the little guy. He is wise beyond his years, tall and good looking and a credit to his Mum and Dad. The moment when my sister and her (then) fiancee took me aside and told me that they were having him, and that I could not react in the way they both knew I would for fear of letting the pre-scan cat out of the bag in a room full of people (who were all wondering why my sister was abstaining from her usually Herculean alcohol consumption) will stay with me until my dying day. More relevantly, that occasion seems like yesterday, or perhaps last week sometime. People make statements like that all the time don't they? Did your parents ever say to you that the time passes so fast you would not think it possible?
Tis true my dears, tis true.
The last ten years seem to have passed in the blink of an eye. I have loved, hated, made friends, lost friends, seen my body/health go downhill etc. just like everyone. I have fought, won, been defeated, laughed and cried. Every second, minute and hour has been filled with something or other, the ticking of the clock on my wall or the watch on my wrist ever constant, but the hindsight of my experience much less so. Six week holidays as a child lasted much longer than advertised and yet the important memories of the last few years I strive to keep clear seem to fade with a rapidity I am unable to fathom. I feel as though am living in dog years.
I feel old today.
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