At my age, 53 next month, with so much time behind me, I still find it difficult to grasp where it goes and the speed with which it does so. I shall soon have been in NATS for 35 years; my mother and father, central to my life for so long, are now 82 and both in failing health.
In microcosm, a holiday, so long anticipated, arrives and is gone. My next, in Alaska, is only a week away and I know how quickly that week will pass, filled with work.
I am deeply fortunate to be able to go on so many holidays. Let's hope that this one affords an oppportunity to give something back if only a moment of silent thanks.
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