Sometimes you really get a feel for the transitory nature of this life. As I've mentioned before, my normal habit lately has been to go to my dad's (1.5 hrs away) on Saturday night and take him to Mass and get him his supper. As such I've been seeing a lot of people I haven't seen in years--some folks with whom I went to high school or their parents. One couple I've seen frequently were parents of a classmate of mine and one of the "pillars" of my dad's parish. They were there last Saturday night. Sunday morning the husband died suddenly and unexpectedly. Tonight at mass the family was there and Father made mention of the fact that R had been at this mass last week and that we never know when a mass will be our last mass.
Last week I also went to mass in my parish, something I'm not doing all so often anymore, since I'm going on Saturday nights with my dad. I was the lector and in our parish the lectors and the Extraordinary Ministers gather in the sacristy before mass. Mention was made of one of the "pillars" of our parish and that he had decided he'd had enough medical care and called hospice. A few days later I got an email saying he had died.
I grew up across the country from extended family so great aunts and uncles and other folks who died were more acquaintances than beloved family members, and since we were so far away, we didn't go to the funerals. Since we've been together, my husband lost his Dad and I've lost my Mom. Lately we've gotten to the age where we are going to the funerals of friends' parents with some regularity. Still, being at St. Thomas again on a regular basis has, along with my daughter's impending high school graduation and planned move to college, really brought forth to me how life moves on. I'll see old schoolmates and note that they definitely look middle-aged now (and I do too). The old people who are dying off are my parent's generation, not my grandparents. I have classmates who are grandparents (and honestly, I'm old enough to be my youngest child's grandmother).