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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Been down a thousand highways and they're all the same / Another empty place where I can hide my shame — Steve Earle, Shadowland |
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Today, my Grandmother turns 85 for a moment.
Grandma Lobb lives in Ontario still, and I last saw her at Thanksgiving when I was there for a whirlwind 5 day tour. Prior to that, because of various personal circumstances, it had been almost 3 years since I’d seen her. 3 years seems like such a short time relative to 85, but it’s practically a lifetime.
When we’re young, moments of time seem short — a minute is an interminable wait, an hour…forever; a trip in a car is always too long, even if it’s only to the local hockey rink. As we become adults time seems to slow down and move at a more natural pace. As we age, these moments become short again. People change quickly, and in three years my Grandmother changed quite a bit.
There was a time when I couldn’t have contemplated 85 even in an abstract sense. It was just so far away for everyone I knew and suddenly it’s here. All of my Grandparents — there are still three — are around this age which means that friends are begining to pass, and the reality of life’s finiteness sets in. The frailty of age is humbling, especially when seen in those we love.
I wish I could be in Ontario today. I’d like nothing more than to see her and sit with her just to remind her of everything she’s done for me over the years. A phone call, sometimes, is just not the same thing.
Posted by skooter at 7:49 AM
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