Growing Older, But Not Up

My late wife, Leah, was about 13 months older than I was. Over the course of our 35-year marriage, she gracefully endured more than her fair share of jokes about having “robbed the cradle” by marrying me.

So, a few weeks ago, I was hit with the realization that I became older than she will ever be. That realization was driven home with a vengeance on her birthday. Instead of turning 59, she will always be 57. In a few weeks, I will turn 58. She will always be 57.

This is the second year of birthdays since Leah died. I think the first year, because I was…