griff wrote:

Feeling pretty mortal myself as we bury our old people. We're almost done with the layer of folks in front of us.

Layers. That's a compelling image. Are we rising to the top or digging to the bottom?

I always visualize a long road race with people peeling off from time to time for various reasons, too tired, puncture or mechanical failure either slows them down or takes them out of the race. Gradually the field thins. New riders appear as you pass though towns, they speed ahead. Sometimes you catch up to them and pass them, sometimes your the rider they leave behind by the side of the road.
 

Last edited by footfootfoot (1/16/2023 10:18 am)

I see it as layers above my head, protecting me from some sort of metaphorical "weather".
The last one above my brother and me was my uncle just before covid hit.
My brother and I are next. And in our generation, where there were originally seven cousins, only three are left.
 

"we have spares"

Last edited by Limey (1/20/2023 5:46 am)

Just found out I'm Dad's backup executor to my older sister. I wish she had a healthier lifestyle. For that matter, I wish all my siblings were healthier. Unlikely but it could be me and Dad in the end.