To The Next

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It all seems kinda funny when you talk to an older sibling or an aunt or an uncle, about growing older. But then there comes a day when you look in the mirror and the “getting older” is you. During the week me and an old friend were catching up asking about family and such. And not long after the conversation was over, they got a call that a relative we actually discussed had died. For me there was sadness because I knew this person when they were young and I was a bit younger. But for my friend who was related to them, it was a hard blow.
 
Thinking back to my grandparents, my parents, the aunts and uncles, and even cousins I’ve lost along the way. For the longest time I never thought of myself as old. Mature, yes. But old, never. Then I started having grandkids, and my friends and family started having grandkids as well. And time just seemed to snowball where years turned into months, and mouths turned into weeks, and so on. Till even now sitting here thinking about it, it’s all turned rather tiring.
 
But there is a place to retire and mourn, just as there’s a place to celebrate and rejoice. So for me and my friend it is a time to mourn what we have lost. For them a beloved relative, and for me the passing of time. So as I sit here and watch yet another glorious sunrise. Let us not forget the ones we have lost and the ones we are watching continue to grow. Be an influence, be a shining example of what to do and what not to do. So we all can take comfort in knowing our lineage is being passed, from one generation to the next.  
 
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