I’ve led a transitory life as most people my age. Once I was a fresh eighteen year old full of hope and excited about possibilities.
I married young, had three beautiful children and was married for almost fifty years. I now have eight grandchildren who grow unexpectedly fast.
The changes come every few years. Starting out you are healthy and have a great job and then you aren’t, and don’t. First you have a constant companion and then you don’t. You had great teenage children and then they’re gone.
Then you’re blessed with son in laws, daughter in laws and grandchildren at your feet. And then they grow and have lives of their own.
Transitory is the word, and you just need to survive it.