All the Heroes of My Younger Years Are Dropping Like Flies

[Warpy]

10. What's really sad is having friends and family slowly go dark

Emails taper off and then stop and you just know that someone you have been separated from by time and/or distance has now gone completely.

My mother counted the loss of her friends by the Xmas cards that no longer arrived, the notes inside them disappearing first. Different generation, different means, same steady loss of one's past as fewer and fewer people remember who we all used to be when we were young enough to be full participants in the world.

It's also hard to lose our storytellers, harder still to realize most of the [ep[;e in this country are responding to the news with "Who?" because s/he was most productive before they were born. To us, it was yesterday. To them, it's "Who?"

And so it goes.