As I contemplate the disintegrating health of my father, I am reminded of just how fast time goes by. And as time goes by far be it for me to lament about my existence and all of its trials and tribulations. And I can’t for the life of me figure out just where the time went. I can recall sitting at my desk in 1st grade at 5 years old and staring above the blackboard at the alphabet in print and long hand thinking that in the year 2000 I would not be even 50 years old. I remember that as distinctly as I do this moment as this pen hits the white paper I draw on. It also makes me realize that this Jack was a horse of a different color to be even having those thoughts in the years of single digits.
Where did the time go Jackie? How can we account for all of those years? Time goes by more quickly as age increases. At the tender age of 5 moving towards 6 seemed like an eternity. As we approach the "sunset" of our lives time slips through our fingers.
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