Aging isolates. Not just in the obvious ways but in a gradual sluicing away of what were once imperatives. Our younger selves thought about the future. Planned or worried about not planning. We expected to see outcomes. Ours and those of others. As we age we realize the math doesn’t support our seeing the graduations and weddings of the youngest loved ones. We won’t most likely be here. And it gets real living the hours of each day consciously most especially with those we love most. And yet the time escapes at faster and faster rates.