It's been a long time for living - fifty-three years. I know, it's young (comparatively) but i feel old today. Cold and old. Imagine how my partner's dad feels at ninety-one. He's a veteran (WWll), was there on D-Day which was such an event that it marked him (and everyone living at that time) for life. But those who saw it and fought it and experienced the massacres, were witness to the horrors others can inflict on other human beings....well, there's a heroic poem there waiting to be written but may the lessons learned from that time never be erased from history. We hope and pray.
Things with him are slowing down and different ailments are cropping up and ninety-one is a good long life but you never know. He may live past one hundred! It's amazing to me that my sixty year old partner's parents are still alive. i lost both mine before i turned thirty-five. I like my partner's dad alot. We connect.
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