My dear Bill turned 80 a few days ago. He has entered the November of his life. He's stacking wood, trimming hedges for the neighbors, playing a piano concert, and more. During his toast at his birthday dinner party, he said he might have 10% of his life left. Another 8 years? Maybe yes; maybe no. Death is certain; the time of death is uncertain.
The realization begins to sink in that we may not have that much time together remaining. Each day is oh-so-precious.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Bill Turns 80
Posted by Cheryl Wilfong at 8:10 AM
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