Three-quarters of a century

[cosmolinguist]

It's my dad's birthday today and I just realized he's seventy-five now.

He doesn't seem it. I'll be happy if I'm doing as much at 75 as he is. One thing I do have in my favor is that I'm not averse to resting or ibuprofen like he is.

He looks older to me now because he lost a dramatic amount of weight (intentionally) during lockdowns, which has made him look even more like his dad, who was always (well always for me, but he was retired by the time I was born) a really skinny dude. Last time I was visiting I happened to catch a glimpse of him walking outside and was struck by how much he now moves like my grandpa did. It's funny how that happens: I was once in a car that my aunt, my dad's sister, was driving and I noticed her holding the steering wheel just like he does.

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[otter]

Watching my dad (and my sister and myself) age with similar thoughts - recognizing my grandparents/relatives in each other

[packbat]

One day at our parents house, we, while washing the dishes, leaned against the sink with our forearms and in that moment made our mom think of her dad.

I wonder how much of that is learned and how much is just ... inheriting a similar enough body for some of the same shapes to make logical sense.

[silveradept]

Some things about our families show up in the places that we didn't even resource they would.

Congratulations on seventy-five.