This week I walked past the age at which my mother died.
It feels as if my life just became my own.
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I hope that all is well
Richard - it is strange, and I wonder whether it is more profound for women and their mothers and men and their fathers - perhaps because we can more clearly see them in us.
Thanks Tory - all is well - I need to catch up with you soon to see how the Sarge is doing - thanks for dropping by.
I am 10 years past the age when Daddy died and 5 years away from when Mother died. All too often I wish it weren't so.
Now that you gave out the numbers. we'll have to remember them and throw you a big Gather party welcoming you to the new decade!
Roy - maybe this is something unique to losing a parent at an unnatural age - almost as if one holds their breathe until they make it past that number.
Thanks Sandy - I'm glad as well - and I am working on enjoying it :-)
Duckie - I am sooooo glad that you are still here - and I see that you do understand. I suppose it is some sort of superstition that makes one feel that way - I mean, my mother got hit by a car which is definitely not a manner of death to which I would be genetically predisposed - and yet some part of me remained apprehensive.
Thanks Larry (and I'm crazy about horses also).
I remember thinking, when my father died in 1998, that I'd had 40 years with him and it still wasn't enough. I still wanted more. But my mother lost her father when she was about 28 years old, so I had been the fortunate daughter. I the last 10 years, without Dad have felt like wandering uncharted territory.
You're in a different place, though, "out lifing" instead of outliving. And with a better appreciation for all of it as you move forward.
My father died at age 41 and I have outlived him by 30 years!!! That is hard for me to believe.......
Thanks all for stopping by - I appreciate the company :-)
I felt the same way when I reached 56, the age my Dad died. Now I have lived six years beyond him. Weird.
Nice picture, I like natural feel of the imperfect, bright lines of fence, poles, roadway, treelines and shadows.
in any case, you were meant to be here, to live longer, to survive all that's been thrown your way. and i'm so glad you are. i'm also sending lots of love and strength your way.