reflections after another birthday

Can't post this on my usual blog because it isn't Tuesday, or on my writer's blog because it doesn't have to do with writing, except tangentially.
Fact is, probably more of my life is behind me than ahead of me, which causes me to think about Psalm 90 yet again.
I am thankful that He has been the dwelling place for my family for generations.
I am thankful for my parents and my grandparents, and that He has spared my sister.
I consider 70 years or 80 not so many anymore, as they were for Moses.
And Moses lived 120 years.
I contemplate what a heart of wisdom would be like, and there is only one Person in whom that truly beats--Jesus Christ, Wisdom Incarnate, fully God, fully Man.
So I pray to be more like Him, whether I live another 6 years or 16 years or other, fully spent for Him.

15 years
15 years ago we pulled in to California, pulling a small trailer behind our previous car.
16 years ago I had no idea that we would be moving to California a year later, only that we were clearing out Garry's desk, then eating out.
16 years ago both of our Dads were still alive, still available to advise us. In September, it will be 16 years since my Dad died and two since Garry's Dad died. "Died" is such a harsh word, as is "widow" but those words pertain to our parents.
Years are made up of months, months of weeks, weeks of days, days of hours, hours of minutes, minutes of breaths.
God alone knows how many of each which each of us is allotted.
"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12; ESV)

Obituaries
Obituaries make me cringe
Giving ages and accomplishments;
What have I done worthy of note?
Will I live long enough for inches of type?
But once I die, it won't matter to me.
But for now,
Obituaries make me cringe.

Emotions
So many changes so many challenges
Emotions are roiled and riled
So many challenges so many changes