And then one day you find,
Ten years have got behind you,
No one told you when to run,
You missed the starting gun.
“Time”, Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
Just saw a blurb on one of my news feeds about Grace Slick turning 69.
Grace freakin’ Slick.
I don’t even particularly like Grace Slick or The Jefferson Airplane (and I sure as hell HATE Jefferson Starship).
Still, seeing “Grace Slick, 69” on a list of birthdays this morning was another jarring reminder of how fast the years go.
My wife has a saying: “The Days are long, but the Years are short.” Lately, this seems to hit home with me even more so than it usually does.
My oldest son turns nine this next month. He’s “half-raised” at this point. It just seems like yesterday we brought him home from the hospital.
My “little brother” is about to become a grandfather in a few short months.
And Grace Slick is 69.