When we were in Switzerland having a lovely ski-mountain lunch with our son and his wife right before the pandemic, I overheard one of their friends refer to “Matthew’s elderly parents” who were here for a visit.
I was 76.
Elderly? Me?
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Gunshots, Covid, polarized politics, Chinese balloons, war and earthquakes, floods and fires, unbridled rage--it’s quite literally in the air these days.
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I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately—maybe it’s my age, a time when friendships truly feel like jewels in the hand—maybe because so many friends have been meeting trouble—health, accidents, bad luck, deaths of spouses—and our linkages bring comfort in the face of what cannot be changed.
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And I’m not even sure why I’ve chosen to write about such a challenging subject for this post, especially right before Geoff’s birthday. I can feel the beginnings of the anniversary sadness that always hits me around this time, so close to the holidays, the memories that crash and spill into my heart.
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So why am I not writing about Ukraine, the threat of nuclear attack, Hershel Walker and his lies, the January 6th commission hearing, my fears around the midterms, the devastation of Ian, how the first frost was such a surprise that I hadn’t covered my dahlias?
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