Besides the Triumphal Entry, mostly this week I've been pondering the aging process. I've been dealing with some health problems in my father. He is scheduled for surgery in Birmingham next week related to a lymphoma condition he's had for several years. In watching him recently I have made these observations:
1. Gosh, my dad really looks like HIS dad, when he got old and frail.
2. So, I looked carefully in the mirror, and to my dismay, I saw my dad. A younger, more virile dad, of course.
3. When I look at my 21 year old son, of course, I see me. Men never mature much past age 21 anyway. And we think we can still do any and everything physically.
4. I wonder what my son sees?
The world turns. We become our parents. Then we have to parent our parents. Then it turns again.
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