What Is to Be

To realize I have forgotten what someone looks like because I haven’t seen them for a year is a lesson on the transience of life.  I need that lesson now, and I can refer to the New Testament about what to expect.  Anyway, I’m not depressed, but rather joyful about it.

I like to think about good things in the future, and a restoration of that memory is one of those possibilities.  Not here, now, but then.  Hey, I’m going to some happy gatherings yet, and a funeral is not on the list.

I’m looking for the colors of the sugar maple in the fall, the pumpkins in the field, the apples on the trees.  I remember them all.  I remember you, too.

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