I think as you get older you realise maybe the vanity of thinking you are old because you are thirty or forty is nothing. Real age is when time is running out.I imagine this episode deeply resonate with anyone raised by devout believers of any faith. I know it means more to me the older I and my parents get. In spite of our differences I’m glad to still have them both in my life.
Actually my Dad is pretty old too, older by quite a bit than Mum but he hasn't 'travelled' so well. Less about his years and more that he has Parkinson's. I rang to speak to him on his Birthday (he lives in NZ and I in Australia) and I was told he wouldn't know me. It is what it is and I kind of think of him going on his own journey that we are not part of. I may have issues with my Step-Mum but she has been so loyal and attentive so in his moments of clarity he knows she is close. I just find it difficult to sometimes imagine how helpless he is and tell myself he is being looked after.
