Frankly, I never thought about the day when my Grandparents would be gone. The day when my parents would age. The day when I would have to be a responsible adult and work for a living. The day that I, myself, would age! The day when I would be the elder. The day I would look at the generations that have followed mine, chuckle, and make statements that begin with “in my day…”, just like the generations before mine used to say to me.

I’ve become that grumpy old person who wishes she could go back in time and have things the way they used to be. When things were less complicated. I’ve become that person who talks about old times, and people look at me like I’m from Mars. They don’t know what I’m talking about.

The generation...

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