Ch-ch-ch-changes
When I imagined myself planning this wedding, years before there was even a groom to go with the bride, I pictured certain things. For one, I pictured my proud parents, presiding over a table stuffed with their siblings, and how on earth was I going to make them all fit?
The other night I was chatting with my cousin, whose son's bar mitzvah is tomorrow. She had the same thoughts about her table arrangements, going so far as to argue with the night club about where to place tables, so the older folks had a place to sit near the dance floor.
And then we both had the epiphany. There ARE no older-generation tables. My dad and his oldest sister are the only ones left on that side... and his sister can't come. She is in her 90s and not the best of health. On my Mom's side, one sister is gone, and the other can't get here because her husband is gone and she isn't so good at travelling alone anymore.
As my cousin said to me, WE are now the older generation. What a heart-stopping thought. I don't feel old. Well, scratch that, my BODY feels old. But my mind is still frighteningly young.
Stop the clock please.
The other night I was chatting with my cousin, whose son's bar mitzvah is tomorrow. She had the same thoughts about her table arrangements, going so far as to argue with the night club about where to place tables, so the older folks had a place to sit near the dance floor.
And then we both had the epiphany. There ARE no older-generation tables. My dad and his oldest sister are the only ones left on that side... and his sister can't come. She is in her 90s and not the best of health. On my Mom's side, one sister is gone, and the other can't get here because her husband is gone and she isn't so good at travelling alone anymore.
As my cousin said to me, WE are now the older generation. What a heart-stopping thought. I don't feel old. Well, scratch that, my BODY feels old. But my mind is still frighteningly young.
Stop the clock please.