I saw my father-in-law at lunchtime.
I've known him for 31 years; he's 84 years old.
And, sadly, he's showing his age. In fact, I'm surprised he's still here.
What isn't wrong!
In one sense, I could be despondent that he's a shadow of his former self but I'm not. If anything (and he knows it) it's how we all go. That's nature, yes?
I'm not saying that I've no emotion but I don't feel sad in the sense of how things should be. I know that it won't be long before I'll be in the same position.
Is that why I say what I say? I don't know. I do know that I was given a 2nd chance in 2010. My subarachnoid haemorrhage could have killed me.
It's everything — the full catastrophe.
And if there's any takeaway it this: take nothing for granted, ever.
The photo shows my father-in-law, Brian, and my brother-in-law's son.
It was taken last month at Brian's birthday party.