What I understand clearly now is that everyone I have known--each one is a brick along the path that I have built that I may never step on again. The memories will recede because there will be no further contact, therefore, no further moments. There may still be small doors,or a slightly open transom--just enough to remind people of us, whether we were a small or a large part of their lives. Most often there will be no thoughts, but every once-in-a-while something will rise to remind me of this or that, sometimes fleeting, growing further and further away from any visceral or tangible memory. Each layer of the skin that covers our moments will occasionally be peeled away— and at that moment we will remember the time we spent together, joined together in a particular way and at a particular time. but Then It will ends. It all ends.
