The passage of time makes my heart ache in ways beyond words. Older, and nothing can stop death. A life well lived still ends here, returned to dust. Nothing but dust. How am I the adult? When did my parents grow old? Faster now; every Christmas gathering brings with it the shocking revelation of just how much my aunts and uncles can age in just one year. My cousins make no more sense; they’ve lived lives that were not mine, and we no longer speak the same words.
I love them even as they fall like sand through my fingers.
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