I am at that magic age.
That age when a few friends my age still have children (even if they might be considered senior citizens), quite a few got a divorce fromthe father or mother of the first batch of children and probably have moved in to their second house with a second (or sometimes third) wife or husband. It is also the magic age when friends and relatives get sick and actually die.
Yes..die.
Pass away.
Leave us.
I look around and find that i have at least a handful friends who has sufferd from cancer .
Some made it.
Some didn´t.
One could think i consider sorrow to be the theme of the late thirties and on.
I don´t. Of course i don´t.
It does, however, make me reflect on how i treat people…and how they treat me.
A swedish singer, Moa Lignell, sings:
/–/But baby, I tell ya
My heart was freaking out when I held ya
Even in the best of days
Love will be hard and hearts will be faking/–/
So well put.
Sorrow, no matter what reason, can hit us “even in the best of days”.
I send my thoughts to friends, both close and far, that are going through cancer treatment, divorces, family disputes, quarrels with friends and other oh so joyful life events.
“This too shall pass”
(Persian: این نیز بگذرد, Arabic: كله ماشي, Hebrew: גם זה יעבור, Turkish: Bu da geçer)
Husband just reflected:
-Its no fun. At all. …and i wonder if there was as much cancer out there when we were kids?
Well put.
We both draw the conclusion that yes…there probably was.
We just hadn´t hit that magic age.
That magic age of mortality.
I have coffee to drink before Little Crumble wakes up.
Until later.