My Dad is Old

Today is my Dad's birthday.  My kids' Pap's birthday.  My grandkids' Great Pap's birthday.

I remember when my Dad was 35.  It was the first time I realized my Dad had an age.
Thirty five seemed very old.

I remember when he was helping to plan his 20th high school class reunion.  Twenty years AFTER high school seemed like an eternity.

 I remember when he came home from work with a new photo ID, concerned that the picture on it looked like his Dad.  You know--old.  That was 25 years ago.

 So today he celebrates 80 years of life.  80 years old.
No biggie--he's always been old to me.