Got time?

What is old in an incarnation? My brother died at 32. So at that age he was the oldest of my siblings, and the oldest he was going to be.

Turning 33 for me totally sucked. I didn’t want to surpass him (anymore).

I never got over it, and yet got through it, and on with it. 34 was a blast for me.

At age 40-ish Downtown Manhattan, a teenage kid was selling candy for a charity at his school. One kid in a stroller, the other skipping ahead to the next corner, I stopped to give him money and told him to keep the candy. He asked me why.
“Because I don’t need candy to be sweet”, I answered, smiling.

As I kept going towards my son on the corner, he put down his tray and quickly caught up with my fast paced long legged stride.

He looked at me adoringly and asked: “Would you allow me to give you a kiss on the cheek?”

How could I refuse this young man?

So he did. Then he said: “I am going to find myself an amazing, beautiful woman just like you, and am going to Love and marry her”.

That was almost 14 years ago, and I have the distinct feeling that he did do just that.

Numbers, and birthdays, are what we make of it. Never mind deadlines. Time is a man made construct. In every now, there can be treasure. Have fun! ❤

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