Friday, August 14, 2009

Meditations on Mortality

Another old friend died today. At the age of 92, most all her other friends are already gone. What she had left at her end were her children and grandchildren. Their memories are really are a poor substitute for the contemporaries who lived with her, loved her, maybe even disliked her, but knew her as a person, not as a mother or a matriarch. But they now gone.

She, on the other hand, outlived many others whom she knew well and who lived on for a little while longer in her memories. The curse of the long life is the memories of those gone, and the never ending loss of their passing.

Nevertheless, all things considered, I, too, would rather be in Philadelphia.


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