Feb
18
2010
For The First Time I Was The Old Man
Author: siggyFor the first time I was the old man. We talked for a long time. And frequently. She was waylaid: she had broken her leg badly and was home recovering. I started calling her home and having long conversations.
She told me her Dad died several years ago and she was quite close to him and no one ever replaced him. She had no older man to talk to any longer until me.
She was married and so was I and my other did not appreciate the longer calls and wanted me to stop them. I knew when she went back to work they would. For the first time I was the older male, the older confidant and the realization was somewhat startling.
Not that it was any thing more than that. It was not. For the first time I had become the older male–the father figure and that was a role I never thought of myself. I just got older.
