Not a Spring Chicken Anymore

My parents, ages 67 and 71, were recently paid a visit from a representative of the university where they both graduated.  I also graduated from this same university.  I felt suspicious of this visit.  "Ah," I thought knowingly, "this is the kind of thing I've heard others talk about.  This person is going to try to talk my parents into leaving our former college a sizable sum in their wills."  I felt bewildered in the way I have often been feeling lately and a little protective, too.  How did my mother and father get to be 67 and 71?  Where is the time going?  I must warn them about these money snatchers.

The visit my parents received from their former college's representative was thoroughly pleasant and anything but sinister.  In fact, my parents were graciously thanked for giving to the university for twenty years and presented with a commemorative coin. 

A few days ago, however, I received an e-mail from my former college's "Legacy" department.  Its purpose was to let me know that this year marks an "excellent time" to plan "to provide for the most important people" in my life.  The Legacy department hopes that I will keep my alma mater "at heart and consider a gift that will strengthen" its "long-term future." Sigh. While I've been lamenting the fact that my parents are getting older, I completely forgot to remember that I'm getting older, too. It is time I start realizing that I'm not a spring chicken myself anymore. 

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