Time passing

I find it's usually the small things that make you realize that time is passing and you're growing up, and old(er).

Like the bonus-card from the supermarket that's suddenly hanging on your key chain.
Or the point in life where you start to worry more about your parents, than they do about you.
I ran into another reminder this week. For 1 or 2 years now, I've begun to keep a condolence card ready, replacing it with another as soon as I needed to use it.

I've had to replace it this week again. Goodbye, sweet old neighbour from my youth. Say hi to your wife for me.