Went to a 90th Birthday Party today for my uncle (i.e., my Mom’s sister’s husband). It was a celebration. But it made me sad. He’s great guy. Whom I’ve never seen in a bad mood or being anything less than cheerfully helpful. He has a big family and the joint was mobbed. He’s Irish. Actually born in Ireland and came over as a lad. A Golden Glover. (Maybe that’s the secret for his attitude.) So the joint was hopping.
It made me sad, because he’s obviously aging and showing it. All my “old” relatives are aging. As am I.
I guess it’s “rage at the dying of the light” type sadness.
It was NOT supposed to end like this.
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