88th Birthday

Today was Grandpa’s Eighty Eight birthday and I could not be happier than conveniently being in town. I guess when you get to eighty eight birthdays mean less than they did when you were fifteen. I mean I can barely stand the fact that I am twenty nine moving onto thirty I honesty don’t feel like I am any older, I just have better stuff and I make more money. Other than that I feel pretty much the same. Grandpa however within the past three years has started to really look his age. This is a man who mows his own acre property, a man who lives alone and takes care of himself, a man who has no sign of showing that his mind is starting to fade away. I am happy that I have such a great relationship with my grandfather but I am also sad that I am getting old enough to really start to begin to grasp what it means to get old, to lose something that you used to have, and start to pine with the longing of being able to touch your toe to your nose.