A few drops here and there

I just watched 4:43 minutes of a 5:17 minute video about 50 people answering the same questions “What’s your favorite memory?” By the end I was tearing up. I was sad at these people’s happiest memory. I’d be sad at my own if I took the time to pick one out. The reason is that a memory is gone and it will never happen again. It’s like when the leaving start to change and die. That leaf will never exist again.

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And now, hours later I let a few tears drip out after reading a story about a man and wife adopting a baby right before he died.

Mortality has always hit me hard but it’s getting harder.