Weathered and old


One begins to ponder mortality on hearing of the death of someone you once knew.

Tonight I heard of the passing of a man I went to high school with. The first person in our year level to die.

A man the same age as me.

This is a reality check. A reminder that, though I may feel as though I only left school a few years ago, it was 30 years ago that I and my fellow Essendon High School classmates said farewell to our high school years.

This same group of men and women will be turning fifty in the next two and three years. Some of us are parents to young children, others to young adults and even some are enjoying the life of the doting grandparent.

We have lives, jobs, careers, families, pets, responsibilities, futures, pl