I always told our children that life isn't fair when they reported some injustice they had encountered. That never made them feel better, but I kept saying it anyway.
Peter has a healthy view about fairness. When I say life isn't fair, he predictably responds, "Thank God."
So let me state that I feel ungrateful for what I'm about to say.
Eight years ago when Peter was seventy-two, we were "young". He was rushing off to teach his students every morning and retirement seemed far away. We bicycled in Switzerland that summer and Switzerland isn't flat. I'm sure there were some imperfect moments, but l can't think of any.
Now, eight years later, I am the one who is seventy-two. I rush out the door to go to work in the morning. But we don't bike anymore. Because Peter is now eighty, I don't get to do a lot of the things that we could do when he was my age.
And some times, that doesn't seem fair.