The other day I had lunch with a friend who knew even before I was born. Her mum and my mum has been friends since they were 15 years. Her parents are my godparents and my parents are her godparents. Growing up our families spent a lot of time together during holidays, weekends, days out etc.
Since our mums still keep in touch we pretty much know what has been going on in our lives, but we haven't met in a long, long time. An email here and there saying that we really should meet, but nothing more. Then in September my friend got a job at the Finance Department at work and suddenly we were only three floors apart and had absolutely no reasons why we shouldn't met.
Lunch was great and since we know each other and our families so well it's very easy to pick up where we left the last time even though it's been a couple of years. As usual we got into talking about things that happened when we were kids and things our parents did or said. Found memories of a happy and bright childhood with funny and go-lucky parents who still somehow managed to be strict.
Suddenly my friend said something that her dad was getting old. "You know he's 77 years now". I just looked at her, because that couldn't be right. In my mind thinking about him, my godmother and my parents I'm 10 and they are in their 40's and early 50's. Not 77, because that would make me, um yes 36 and my friend 41. We then laughed and said something about getting old.
I've kept thinking about it though. Dad has been dead for 21 years now, which is a lifetime more or less. I know that my godparents are ailing and so are mum. They are getting old and that is scary. Especially since in my mind I'm still 10...
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