It's strange when you meet someone you've not seen for 20 yrs or so. usually totally unrecognisable.
I've not seen a cousin of mine for over 55 yrs, He emigrated, probably 40 yrs ago and i still think of him as a chubby 10ish yr old. His sister is on Facebook and there, in her friends, was Michael. I clicked on his name and there's a good picture....but of a grizzled white haired old man with a long but neat white beard........and a Honda bike, so that's ok.
I become an OAP next month, as do most of my school and college mates...I wonder what they are like now !
I feel very little different mentally, still a big boy at heart, but the aches and pains, and the inability to do things I used to, tell me different.
I drove past the crematorium this afternoon and I was aware of lots of 20somethings and younger dressed in black lining the pavement looking at the other side of the road, which is residential. There was a hearse backed up one of the drives, loading up.
I guess the poor soul was probably the same age of all these bright, smart youngsters.
Maybe a college mate...........It does make you grateful to have survived so long.
|