Journal entry

I have no idea why I’ve been reminiscing so much. It’s probably an age thing. The older we get, the stronger the pull from what went before, and the more we don’t want to disappear without someone knowing who we were. I suppose the small reflections bandied about here and there, are all we have left to give to the ones who’ve ever loved us.

I know young people aren’t really interested, chalking it off as, she’s just senile. Pay her no mind, but it’s a race, you see. The longer I visit my past and share it with you, the more of me will live on, and the longer it will take the reaper to find me.  Keep that in mind the next time an old person begins with, when I was young …..