I had a lovely week in New Orleans with my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my cousin. My dad and uncle are both now in their late 70s and several times I stopped to think about aging. Living into old age is such a privilege - not everyone gets to be there - but still, god it's got to be one of the hardest times in our lives. My dad won't talk about it much, but as far as i can tell, his philosophy is to just push on. But how does it feel? That is not a generation with a lot of words for those emotions. I myself am looking for words beyond "sad". Brave?

4:39 p.m. - 2017-05-25