“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.
Wendy Karasin - Musings of a Boomer 
Bravo to my wonderful friend for listening to her son and brother and starting a blog. We have been best of friends for 50 years (and yes we have to plan a get away to celebrate soon) and I have always thoroughly enjoyed your writing! I have been the recipient of your letters since we were 12 and have saved many of them (hopefully). As I delve into my retirement and delve into cleaning my garage,basement, etc. I hope to find many of those introspective letters.
Love you dearly my sweet friend,
Beth
My dear friend, I love you too. You are kind and caring and we have been lucky to share so much of our lives. Thank you for your comments and your friendship. My life would not be the same without you in it!