Met an older academic colleague. As if that means much, at my own age.
Still teaches, every term, despite being retired as of 65. He must be 75 or so now.
Said so many around him are dying. Mentioned some I knew, but didn’t know about deaths.
Then said he was finding it more difficult to remember things, but that somebody told him he would live forever, as a result.
“You’re going to forget to die,” she said.
He liked that.