I'm 35, so I'm hardly dying of old age, but I have noticed that I am increasingly prone to feeling like crying. Watching True Grit (even better the second time), or listening to When The Ship Comes In by Bob Dylan (for example[s]), I have to keep myself from tearing up.
I was not always like this. This happened to my Dad around 50. Now, if one of us sends him a card, he goes "You guys...are all...grown up..." and holds the phone away from his face.
This will be my fate.
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