it strikes me so that time has begun to fly for me - that's how old i am.

and for my dad, it speeds by on swifter wings.

and yet, as a kid, there were times when time seemed to crawl and each hour each minute seemed a lifetime. this years that pass swift for us is slow to my little brother and it is the speed of his time that is the measure of what we are missing (not our swift days).

christmas is almost upon us and listening to the carols, the music, i am sad. parting is such sweet sorrow only if the person you are missing is a room away, at most a day away. for people half a globe away, parting is often simply, sorrow.

what can one do but wish and pray?