The daughter spends time pondering the bond with her father, a memory that grows more vivid with each passing year. He would have turned 78 this week, a milestone that only underscores how time shapes remembrance. Since his passing two and a half years ago, the reflection has shifted from grief to understanding, from sorrow to the quiet lessons carried forward. The thought that life moves on, that the ring of family ties enlarges with age, comes with a gentle gravity. In retirement from a world of everyday noise, she has learned to listen to what remains rather than mourn the loss of what can no longer be.
