Remembrance

"The reflections of an old woman are a trifle in the scheme of things. I’m writing this all down in any case because if I don’t, I will forget. And I don’t want to forget. He came into my life out of the blue and left just as suddenly, or that’s how it feels. Time is a funny thing. When living it, it seems endless, but then you look back and it’s come to a close. Perhaps the most tragic part of time is that people take it for granted. When younger, we always feel invincible and infinite – like we’re going to last forever. We don’t. We grow old and think back on the times we were younger and we wish we could go back. We can’t. Instead, we’re left to ponder our choices and interactions in life without the ability to change or relive them. That is the torture of growing old with nothing to do but live in your mind."