I once dated a woman ten years older than myself. She had two kids.
Several years later I started dating a woman ten years younger than me. I was telling her stories about how awkward my ex’s oldest kid was. Turns out she went to school with my previous girlfriends kids. She remembered the kid exactly as I described.
Not like, same class or anything, but my new girlfriend was a senior when my ex’s oldest kid was a freshman.
It’s weird to think about things in that context. At first I thought I was cool because I was able to bridge generations. Then I realized that “generations” are a construct, ultimately irrelevant to the actual passage of time. The arrow of time is inevitable. Entropy will increase, space will grow. And as long as humanity persists, we’ll likely end up in the same physical and metaphysical place just hoping we did the right thing so maybe people might remember us for a generation or two after we die.
We spend so much time, effort and emotion on things that are ultimately meaningless in the face of the creeping heat death of the universe.