Musings about aging

I am very soon to become 45 years old. In a recent conversation with my father, I mentioned to him the sudden realization of how fast time starts moving as you traverse your adult years. "That is true", he said, followed by silence. That silence of his made me think about its meaning. Was it sadness? Nostalgia? The mere stating of a fact? I was tempted to ask, but I decided not to. I found his…