Sunday, March 11, 2018

The Ravages Of Age

An elderly man named Lloyd lives in my apartment building. I say hello to him when I pass him in the lobby or see him in the elevator. He always smiles and asks me how I know his name. I remind him that we have spoken “a few times before.” It’s sad to watch him struggle with his memory.

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