As you get older you start turning into your parents but not necessarily in a bad or good way. Like I noticed recently that the tune I hum to myself when working is the same one that my dad whistles when he’s doing dishes which was the same tune his uncle whistled when he was doing farm chores and I like the same sorts of foods my mother did even though she died when I was young and my brother fills up his glasses a bit too full the same way she did and his footsteps sound exactly like our dad’s
And you start to notice the things that have always been there. The same jokes you make over and over again, the way you sit on plastic chairs. There’s a lot different between you and your parents but there’s a lot that’s similar too and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t mean much but I do hum a tune whistled over 40 years ago by a man I’ve never met on a farm I’ve never been to and isn’t that something
