Have you ever experienced one of those incidents in your life which perfectly illustrates a nagging concern that has stayed crouched in a hidden corner of your mind? No? Okay then, maybe it’s just me…
It is interesting to note the reaction I get whenever people find out I am the father of four children, with another one on the way.
“You know what causes that, right?”
Indeed, but I think I’d like to do a bit more research.
“Wow, are they all yours?”
Right, well, glad to see good manners haven’t impugned your sense of curiosity. But yes, they are all mine.
It is no macabre thought to consider thus. For it is as immutable a fact as the gravitational pull of the spheres and the fixed speed of light and sound. The onward progression of our temporal existence simply is.
Tuesday marked my 35th year of life on this earth and was observed with the usual pomp and well-wishes from my family, friends, colleagues and casual acquaintances.
But in the quieter moments of my evening, I began to reflect on what this day means over the span of what I hope and pray will be a life of many years.