Our current visit to the US has presented me with a clear view of time passing and my place in the middle generation.
In Washington, D.C., we spent wonderful days with my 20-something son and his girlfriend — both hard-working, successful young adults, their lives full of aspirations, hope, and promise.
We also spent a memorable evening with two of my closest college friends. Forty years ago, we met as teenagers in Ann Arbor, Michigan. When we get together now, our chatter is a non-stop mix of memories blended with current life and future plans.
Now Clive and I are in New Jersey, to visit my mom and help celebrate her 89th birthday later this week. She and her 92 year-old ‘special friend’ have both led long lives filled with joy and sorrow. They have abundant memories to share, perhaps a subject for another post. They still find happiness in daily life and in having special events to look forward to.
My mother often mentions a mathematical perspective someone once told her about why time seems to pass faster each year: When you’re 5 years old, a year is 1/5th of your life. When you’re 80, a year is only 1/80th of your life.
As a math major, I like this explanation. Whatever the reason time seems to pass faster every year, I’m grateful for my memories and my hopes for the future, as I look up and down the generations.
Cheers for now and more soon.