I can tell you that events were incremental, that the unbelievable became the believable and, ultimately, the normal.

I thought those were others. Soon, I was to learn that they were us.

Nothing about these times makes any sense. Nothing. Putting it to words only makes it sound too simple.

Is there a magical time when children become parents to their parents?

Is there a magical age when children become parents to their parents?

All of us have parents. Generations pass. We are not unique. Now it is our family's turn.

My parents have lived longer than most and have expected very little. We have been blessed in too many ways to count.

Life does find a way to create a balance somewhere between smiles and tears. And, like a pendulum's swing, life seldom stays in one place. Life keeps on moving until, one day, it stops.