As we rejoice in a new spring of green and flowers after a VERY long winter, I am forced to see the evolution of time passing resulting in changes around me I don’t want, or like. Changes one cannot ignore. In the last year my husband and I have felt loss a bit more personally than in other years.  Our last parent lost her battle with dementia, leaving us truly the “oldest generation”,  we lost one of our groomsmen from our wedding in a plane crash, another friend my exact age passed away without warning in her sleep; a friend who baked cookies for our family every holiday passed away, leaving a void of both a friend and a cherished tradition, and two friends lost their fifty-something husbands very suddenly the same week a year apart.  And that doesn’t count the friends battling chronic illness, sudden health incidents and/or facing their own mortality. For everyone, time marches on, even when you’re desperately trying to anchor it to not move. The immortality of being 20 or …