The Days are Long, but the Years are Short

Today my father would have turned 100. He passed away nearly six years ago at the age of 94. (I had the privilege of delivering his eulogy).

I think of him often, treasure the moments that we had, and regret that I didn't have more of them.

That's the same sentiment that we have about our kids, that we're so busy making our way in the world that we don't pay enough attention, and in the blink of an eye they're grown and gone.

It all goes so fast, even when "it" is a hundred years.