Last night I read a poem
that mentioned “the sensation you might feel as you passed through the moment
at the exact center of your life” and I realized that no matter what, I have
long passed that moment. And maybe that’s a scary thing, or not, depending on
one’s outlook in this moment. Or this one.
But I realize that my father’s center moment is calculable now, and without spending too much time on
it, but being sure to count leap-year days, my math tell me that his
halfway point was around November 2, 1973. He was teaching physics at a
college; his daughters were in the sixth and fourth grade. The house was new. Nixon
was president. That was scary.
Oh, this gave me chills... the concept of a halfway-through-life moment that can be calculated to the nearest day.ReplyDelete
Another thing to know that I missed as it flew by! Unless, of course, if I'm going to make it to 119, which means that the half-way point is rapidly approaching! Everything about this post is perfect, and yes, 1973 was scary. (This makes me think of other things to write about....thank you!)ReplyDelete
Clare brought of something sort of similar a couple of years ago on her birthday. She said we celebrate our birthdays but will never know our deathday, at least if we die a natural death or in an accident.ReplyDelete
Okay, now you're making me think about calculating my dad's centre moment.ReplyDelete
Nixon was scary. Thank goodness you'll never have another scary president...ReplyDelete