My life goes on.

Seems like every time I look around, more time has passed than is possible. My kids were just born, no they are in grade school, no, now they're in junior high, now high school. OMG, my daughter is married and has a son! How about that, my wife and I are grandparents, and then again, and again, until we have 5 grandchildren from our daughter, and now we have a grandson from our son. Our oldest grandson is 16 and the youngest, 8 months. The time has flown and I'm grayer and heavier but glad to be alive and reasonably happy. I ain't rich, but then again, I'm not poor (been there, done that, don't want to do it again!).

Best case scenario, over two thirds of my life is over (worst case, maybe 99% over, you never know). I haven't accomplished much except to be married for 39 years, have two kids, 6 grandkids, and had a lot of tears, cheers, and laughter throughout that time. My grandkids are experiencing having a full set of grandparents, which I never had. I never knew my grandmothers (they both died when my parents were young children), my one grandfather was estranged from our family and I never met him, which left me with my paternal grandfather who was not the warmest man alive.

I can only hope that when I'm gone, my grandchildren remember me fondly and will know how much they meant to me.

Yeah, life goes on and it's good.