My Parents are Getting Old

For the past several years I have joked with my parents about getting old. It's all in good fun, right? I giggle when they hold up a paper and start playing trombone in order to read it. For my birthdays and most of my siblings' birthdays I often say this to my parents: "Wow, I can't believe (insert name here) is so old now." This is followed by a statement of concurrence. Then I follow up with a "Wow, Mom/Dad, you're getting old." They squirm. I smile just thinking about it. Ah, it may never get old.

But all jokes aside--since I'm really not that funny--my parents are getting higher up in years. And this year especially, and this week in particular, they've really had me worried.

The good news is that my sisters got my mom to go to the gym this week. Cody is designing a workout regime for all of them to do. More good news is that my Dad's test went well this week. The doctors were able to fix the problems they found.

I'm glad to have them for as long as I can.

beck

P.S. I'm on a train bound for Boston. I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend away from DC.