My father died at age 68 in April 1984, four months before his 69th birthday.
My mother died at age 62 in October 1984, two months before her 63rd birthday.
My brother Bob died at age 69 in February 2004, two months before his 70th birthday.
My brother Richard died at age 68 in August 2013, five months before his 69th birthday.
I am now age 69, and two weeks from today, it will be my 70th birthday, if I am fortunate enough to live until then.
All of which brings me to this:
I very seldom get the opportunity to see or speak with my adult children or my grandchildren. I know they all have busy lives of their own; however, as the days and weeks and months go by without them having the time to see or speak with me, I feel as though I have been abandoned. I telephone them and, more often than not, get an answering machine or voice mail; I leave a message and my telephone call usually isn’t returned. I send e-mail that most times is unanswered. I send text messages that may or may not get a response. I use social media that are also used by two of my three adult children; they do not respond to my postings, but I see that they interact with others on social media. During these long stretches of not hearing from them, there isn’t a day that goes by that I do not wonder if I will get to see or speak with my adult children or my grandchildren before I die.