People Gone Are Not Lost

They Are With Me Everywhere I Go

Photo by Benjamin Davies on Unsplash

Perhaps it is because I’ve moved so many times in adulthood (a couple of dozen) and so few in childhood (once) that place has less of a hold on me than it used to.

It’s not that I don’t have fond memories of special places in my life, it’s just that those memories are more about the people I associate with those places. That most of those people are dead makes…