“You know that my husband passed away!?” she says to me.
“Must be over ten years ago now!” I answer in a sympathetic tone.
“No, it was seven years ago. . . actually the 12th of this month!”
she replies.
“Sorry. . . somehow, I keep losing track of time!” I respond.
And sitting at the dinner table observing others with whom
I worked—some for a considerable period of time—
I wonder how many more retirement events will take place
before there’s no one left who remembers me. . .
nor I remember them. . .
