The waters flow, carrying people away. Supposedly, 99% of the people born on the same day as mine gone. They say not to outlive your friends and I am finding that to be true, though I’m lucky and have a few younger ones left. Maybe they’ll remember my name for awhile.
That’s not as easy as it sounds. I have been trying to name some of the many who’ve passed by me: family, friends, co-workers, and acquaintances. A few remain lost in the well of time, though many I could recall and they still live in me.
I have always been haunted by the transitory, even if I feel very lucky to have come this far. It’s hard to be melancholy while the adventures have gone on for me, but loss is written on the waters, and they continue to flow by.
May all these who follow rest in peace.
T
