My wife and I had a conversation today. She began thinking, (out loud), about our oldest grandson. “He’ll be 20 this month”, was all I heard. I instantly knew who she was talking about, but just to make sure, I asked, “you mean Ian”?
“Who else do you know who’s going to be 20”, she replied.
I began giving that blank stare into the heavens. “Stop it, of course I mean Ian”.
She then began to tear up and said. “You know, dad passed away just 2 days before Ian was born. That means he has been gone 20 years this month. And that means mom has been gone 34 years now. Where have all the years gone”.
For the next 20 minutes we discussed our move from Oregon to Nevada and on this very day 20 years ago is when we crossed the Nevada border to live. We talked about the various years of child rearing, empty nesters, new grandparents and the transition to older (but not old) grand parenting.
Celia, (my wife), stopped for a second and said, “You know I now see just how finite life really is. If I had realized that, when I was in, say, junior high, I would have never worried at all about the things I did. Why do you think time is just flying by”.
I had no answer, I was deep in my own world of contemplation of time gone by.
“Do you think it might be that when we were younger we looked at old age as so very far off?” she asked. “And now that we are older we look at life differently?”
“Well, absolutely. The older we get it feels like the years are just flying by faster”. I replied.
She thought for what seemed hours, then said something that just floored me. The depth of her statement was so profound to me, I was speechless.
“I think its because, when we were younger we were at the beginning of our life span with an almost uncountable number of days ahead. But, now we have so many more days in the past then we do in the future, it has become really easy to number them. Not that we know the month, day or hour, but we know there are less ahead”.
WOW, my wife can literally leave me speechless, with a look of awe on my face. Once I regained my composure, I told her, “Then we best make these last ones memorable enough to leave a lasting legacy for our children and grandchildren to follow”.
Don’t wait to reach grandparenthood to discover this for yourself. Learn it now and begin creating that legacy for your family.
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