A year ago today a great aunt of mine died. I posted this the week after her funeral. I cannot believe how fast it has gone. I know it is purely a subjective thing, but it really does seem that as you get older time seems to speed up some.
Last week I attended the funeral of my great aunt. She was a lovely woman who squeezed every last bit of fun out of life. For a woman in her eighties she was very switched on-she had an iPad, an iPhone 5, and was even on my Facebook friends list.
She was the last of my grandparents’ generation, on both sides. With her passing, it feels like we have lost so much more than just a beloved member of the family. We have lost the last connection to the causes of which we are the effects. A link to the parts that make up our sum.
Now we move onto the next generational level. That is the natural order of things. That is how we go on.
When she received the news that she had cancer, she decided against having combative treatment, citing her age and her health. She told…
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I agree that time seems to fly on this side of eighteen. I remember thinking that my 18th birthday would never come. It seemed to take forever. Ha. Little did I know how fast time would go after that birthday.
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I know, if only we could relive it all again with our adult understanding. Who was it that said youth was wasted on the young?
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