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.