When did everyone else get so old?

I know I blogged back in August about how I knew I was getting older, but this weekend I had another run-in with the passage of time. This weekend I attended the funeral of my aunt Carol. She was a kind lady married to my Dad's brother Edward for over 40 years. Together they formed the nearest thing to a role model for marriage that I ever saw in my family. Even though Uncle Ed and Aunt Carol lived far away, the longevity of their marriage reassured me that "it could be done."
Anyway, at the funeral I started looking around at my cousins, my aunts, and uncles, and my grandmother. When did they get so old? In my mind, they're all still as they were when I was a kid, but at the funeral I saw them for who they actually are now. My grandmother had difficulty remembering who was who, but she still gets around pretty well. Another aunt was using a walking stick. Several of the pallbearers looked like they really shouldn't be carrying anything much less a heavy coffin. They used to be so vibrant and energetic. When did this all happen?
Anyway, it was one of those surreal (Sorry, Richard, if you're reading this. I know how much you dislike that word.) moments of epiphany -this will be me someday and that someday will be here way too soon. If I can remember what many of these folks were like at my age, then I will be their age before I know it. I wonder if I should get one of those scooter chairs before the price goes up too much?

**Update** See where I said some of the pallbearers looked like they shouldn't be carrying anything? Well, Dad was one of them. He shouldn't have been carrying anything because he now has a pinched nerve in his shoulder. Wonder if everyone else is okay?