Maybe it’s because I’ve been sick with a bad cold the past few days that I’ve been reflecting on my life more than usual. Illness has a way of reminding me in no uncertain terms of the temporary world in which I live. I’m getting older and there’s no going back, except in memories. Memories of friends and family now gone, memories of friends and family still here. It’s perhaps one of the great things about being human, the ability to zoom back twenty or thirty years to a memory and relive it for a time.