Yesterday was my father's birthday. He would have been 80 years old. When he died, 76 didn't seem so old, but 80 seems old. I wish he was still here, though. I really would have loved to have watched Beyond The Sea with him.
Tomorrow is my brother Barry's birthday. Let's see... he will be... 55, I think. I haven't spoken with him in two months. I'd better call him. I don't think he would enjoy Beyond The Sea.
My brother Owen would have been 51 this year, I think.
My mother would have been 75 or 76.
I only got halfway through Grade 10 math.
Over and out.
i remember when i thought 13 was old. then when i turned 25 i realized i was old. youth gone. now i'm 52 and my old man is 85, i believe age is relative. we live until we die and leave others to sort out the math. who knows how long anyone has? perhaps i'm in age denial. yet i find reflection on mortality enhances life. makes that last breath i took just a sweet as the first. rage on.
ReplyDeletei liked "beyond the sea" but felt
ReplyDelete"the sea inside" was incredible.
There's that sad but lovely line by Philip Levine (the last line of "Letters to the Dead" in his book "1933")--
ReplyDelete"even the dead are growing old."
Hi Stuart --
ReplyDeleteNice-lookin' blog you have... I'll check you out again.