I awakened this morning remembering my dreams, an unusual concurrence. My brain had been rewriting my memories, and I was the common thread.
So many people have passed through my life never to be encountered again. Not all have been forgotten. Last night I dreamt about them, as they were when I knew them, 10, 20, 30 years ago. Just like photos of ancestors captured in a moment in time, never changing. The dream me was as I was when I knew each of them, not the person who gazes at me from my mirror.
Once my head had cleared and I understood that a new day had begun, for a moment I was distraught. I had realized that their lives had gone on. They too had changed and I would not recognize them if I passed them on the street today. Gone but not forgotten. I wish them well.