So many that one doesn’t know in terms of distinguished pasts.
Saw her on the street, shuffling with walker. Remembered her as someone I met regularly while working on Parliament Hill, who had been working there decades before that.
Glad to see each other. She spoke of events I had forgotten. Living the history.
Said you should dictate your memories. She said maybe so. After all, I am 84.
Shuffled further. No looking back.