The elastic nature of time

To me, not only does it whizz past alarmingly fast now (how can Gdd1 now be seven?) - but certain times of year move at a faster pace. January to March inclusive drags on for ever, while September to December is gone in a flash.

Do you think lockdown has made this worse. Time took on a whole new meaning for me then and normality hasn't quite come back..

When I look at old photos I get that feeling of the 'gap' where people used to be. Yesterday I was looking at old black and white photos of my parents and both sets of grandparents walking along Weymouth prom in the 1950s....a bright sunny day, all smiles, life and best dresses and suits.....all gone now,

Happy, sad feelings and memories of lives lived to the full. Nostalgia overwhelms me sometimes, especially when I'm quiet. Sometimes it's easier than others. I often wonder that my parents and grandparents must have felt the same feelings - but never showed or talked about them.

I'm sorry to hear others feel this same bitter/sweetness but somehow comforted that we are all in the same boat.

The stepping stones in my grandchildren’s life do that to me.

My DGD1 has just had her 1st year B.Tech results and is looking at universities for next year. I remember so well her first day at primary in her uniform. Where has 12 years gone?

Somethings can have the opposite effect. I met my DH seven years ago ?which changed my life completely. I remember it well but it seems much more than seven years.

The older you are, the quicker it goes. No one can convince me otherwise,calendars, clocks or anything else !

Absolutely. Time is a very strange thing. My eldest GS left school last December but it only seems like yesterday that I saw him born and there he is with a g/f (whaaats that all about!) and a year into Uni.
Losing a loved one just just drives home that weird feeling. My DH died 10 years ago & sometimes it seems as if he never was & the memories creep further & further back in my memory. Then, suddenly, I’ll be doing something as mundane as sweeping the floor and a certain memory pops up and Im in floods. Just like that. Life is so very short - especially as we age. Im trying to make the most of every day but by ‘eck, its hard