HunterF, When my father died at the age of 92, I was 64 and it came as a shock to me as well.
As the eldest child, and the only one with children and grandchildren. I suddenly realised that while my father was alive - and he was fit in mind and body until his last short illness - he stood like a buttress between me and mortality. I was quite aware of the total irrationality of this attitude because my younger sister died in her 40s, predeceasing both her parents.
For some reason I have always been very conscious of the move between generations, the death of my grandparents, the birth of my children and then, five years ago the death of my father. It is not that I think my end is imminent, my health is good and I come from a long-lived family but one is suddenly made aware of the inevitable progression of life and that now there is no-one in front, one can only look back to those that follow
Things Ain't What They Used To Be
Robert Kenyon, Reform's candidate for Makerfield. Would you let him in your house?
What are you reading at the moment?





