“Aging is a marathon if you make it. It creeps up slowly; a tired look, a slower walk, a shadowing fear. That is how it looks, peering in. Observing my parents is seeing aging – a process well along its path. It is subtle, like relatives who visit once a year and remind you that the kids have grown. When you live with them, that growth is indiscernible, every day holding so imperceptible a difference, you hardly notice. And yet – your relatives are right – the kids have grown. And my parents have aged. What did I think was happening? Maybe I just didn’t think.”
Excerpt from my forthcoming book.