Passing the baton

Today I baptised my great niece. I am feeling these days as though I am now the older generation! I took my diary with me because I knew too that I would have to make arrangements with two different sets of couples (a niece and a nephew and their respective partners) to meet with them to discuss their forthcoming weddings. Their younger sister arrived with a new boyfriend in tow. And yet another nephew (different family) arrived with his partner and you wonder why they are not getting married.
Crikey Moshe! I must be getting old.
Earlier in the week I was with another (non-related) family as they prepared for their son's funeral. He died tragically. And I have still to understand what that really means. Maybe we will never know.
The real shudder came for me when I wrote his birthdate down and realised he was born in the same year as my eldest. No parent should have to bury their child.
Life is hard, life is full, life is happy and life is sad.
It is no longer in my hands. The baton, I think, has already been passed to a new set of runners. Good luck to you all.