I can still remember my father teaching me to ride my bike, my mother sliding us over the dining room table to make it shine and the two of them dancing in the livingroom while my dad sand Perry Como at the top of his lungs.
That was over 30 years ago. I can still see them in mind both with brown hair, both without glasses and both very active. The years go by and, as you know, their hair gets a little grayer, their height gets a little shorter and they can't do as much as they used to. That's when it's time to step up.