My dad passed away five years ago today.
I don’t really mark these anniversaries – at least, intentionally.
But this morning, one of my childhood friends, Brian Sanders, posted a picture of one of our youth baseball teams, showing my dad at an age younger than I am now.
My dad is the guy in the blue shirt, and I’m in the front row (#11).
It’s odd now to see my dad – around 34 years old at the time of this picture – coincidentally about that same amount of time later, without thinking about how impermanent things really are and how quickly time passes.
I find it hard to imagine my sons doing the same thing, thirty odd years on. I just hope that when they do, they have only happy memories.