The Old Gray Mare

Apparently cancer has aged me more than I realized. Yesterday I drove to Fredericksburg to go to church with my Grandfather. This is the church that I grew up in, and there are little old ladies there who were little old ladies when I was small. One of them came up to me before the service started and asked, "Who are you?" I told her my name. She then said, "Which one of my children did you go to school with, Steve or Julie?" Even though I know who she is, I didn't think she had any children my age. And it turns out she doesn't. Her son went to school with my uncle. He turned 50 last week. I must have more gray in my hair than I thought.