Losing pieces of ourselves
As we are getting older ... we lose people. Our headlines read of the passing of the likes of Patty Duke and others that we spent our childhood or young adult life with. It is like a piece of us dies with them. A piece of our childhood. Singers we sang in our cars with or saw on "American Bandstand." And some times those people's deaths come in 3. And it seems like our childhood times are cracking apart. But life marches on until the next piece falls off/Cis, From A Simple Mind.
Thoughts?