It is my wife's 74th birthday. We have celebrated it with sushi. Otherwise, nothing special. She has had a bit of beer tonight. It is quite unusual.
Both of us perceive our age from time to time. Forgetfulness and difficulty in remembering are looming to us. Proper nouns are escaping or won't come up in our mind. We smile bitterly each other whenever we experience such a situation.
Oh, no. That's not the message I should write here now.
We are growing old together. Hand in hand. Until the journey of life ends. Year by year, I feel the spirit of the poem by Browning more and more real.
She has worked hard as a wife, a mother and a psychiatrist. Her life should be admired. At least by me who know how she has lived. Right now, having been free from her clinical duties, she is absorbed in attending a sport gym where she enjoys sports as well as comaradie with a few friends. She cares for plants and flowers at home. Sometimes pulling the weeds together with me.
May she be blessed with good health. And this life will last long.
At the med school hospital campus where we served residency, with our son.
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