Occasional words of usually not wisdom from a retired parson.
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?