I periodically read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to my grandchildren, as I read it to their parents, and even to myself as a girl in 1964. When reading to my grandchildren, complicated feelings arise in my heart. I hear Barbra Streisand sing…
“Mem’ries light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories of the way we were
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were.”
I think of the speed at which I arrived at the age of 70 and I think of the older adults at Jewish Senior Life and elsewhere, and I contemplate the illusion of the passage of time.
