This has been a full month and I find myself musing on both the passage of time and what it is to know someone, when often even knowing oneself is difficult. I cannot say I 'knew' my grandmother. I knew my side of her, but that was a minute portion of who she was.
Life steals us away from loves, relatives, children, friends as well as jobs, roles, duties, hobbies, and passions, each element is a part of the enigmatic puzzle of who we are. At the end of a long life, so much is lost, especially when we lose who we were because our decline erases our most treasured memories.