Thursday, 19 June 2014


Today I sent a birthday card to my mother, who will be 68, D.V., on Saturday. A birthday that neither her mother nor any of her four grandparents saw. Today was the first anniversary of the death of her father, Pop. At 92, he was twice my age of 46. He'd lived 23 years longer than my father, who had been 23 when I was born, and who was 23 years younger than his father-in-law. It's just numbers really, isn't it?


  1. No, it's not just numbers. It's lives.

  2. My Mother had 10 children. One died at birth, another in middle age: the rest all reached their 80s and five are still going strong, one just approaching 95. More numbers!