The Harbinger

So many people pursue it, with the plastic surgery and youthful clothes, sporty cars or motorcycles, creams, exercise and any method possible to halt that fiend, age. The fountain of youth industry is booming with people in denial of their mortality, particularly since a large portion of our population is nearing retirement age. Hell, I’m one of those people in denial. I was blessed with a youthful face and an often child-like love of life and fun, at least when the pressures of really being an adult don’t get to me and cause more of that “aging” disease. In the end, it’s a loosing battle. You will either die young or age. No way around it.

So imagine my surprise when I realized that immortality exists right before my eyes. It’s something people give a nod to, but I doubt many really understand. Immortality comes through our children. I mean, it’s easy to spot similar facial features and know the DNA matches yours. But the same voice? I noticed it when I was at a concert recently and heard Fiction Plane and kept thinking, man this sounds like the Police, only to realize the singer was Sting’s son. But it really hit home when I was playing Rock Band and I was the singer and I realized my kid could fill in for me because she has the same tone of voice. How cool. I could tell her will full confidence that anything mommy can sing you can because we are the same range. But it gets better.

Imagine sitting around the house on a weekend having a frosty beverage and your boyfriend walks up with his Corona with lime in it. Aware of her mother’s opinion of fruit in beer, she turns to him and says, “Nice drink. Does it come in Hetero?” You can’t even laugh because you are staring at her, mouth agape, as you take in the beauty of the slam and the smoothness of the timing and delivery; its me and yet, not something I could teach.

So what is it? Genetics? Are they actually imitating me purposely or is it some sub-conscious thing? I know kids fight to have their own identity, especially separate from that of their parents, which is as it should be, to me. But it happens anyway. They are me to a larger degree than I realized but…better. Perhaps even an improvement. So to all the people spending zillions of dollars and hours on botox and gyms and hair dye, spend that time laughing with your kids and you will actually have the immortality you have been chasing but never catching.

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