The title says it all. On Saturday my Grandfather turned 99 years old. That’s a lot of years. That’s 36135 sunsets. That’s a lot of life. The actual day of his birthday wasn’t that good. I drove down the next day, Sunday, to see him and he was doing better.
Think about all the things he has seen; all the things that have come and gone in 99 years of life. He once told me about being a kid and using animals to work the fields.