Thursday, January 29, 2009

Fading Into the Mists of Time

One of the hardest parts of aging is losing those who were part of my younger years. No one remembers me as a child. Fewer and fewer remember me as a teenager. My childhood television stars are all long gone. The faces of the people I grew up trusting to teach me about the world outside are gone.

I have made new friends, learned much including how to move on. However, that does not take away the hurt or the loss of bits of myself.