preoccupation

It was my Dad's birthday yesterday. Birthdays never do mean a lot to me; a legacy given to me by my mother. However, it is a reminder that like an engine, we all have only so far to run.

Dad in recent years has had his birthdays in random orders, at 65 he was 50, 70 he was 60 and at time hes has been 40 at varies ages. I always thought this was an old folks view point since the end of the road is something which becomes realistic on a day by day basis more so than when you are young.