The day I decide to get organized and say "hello" to everyone, I find that everyone has changed dramatically. The people whose memories I've shared for almost eternity have developed emotions and experiences and so on that are so baffling I cannot even contain myself– and I scream because I simply can't handle the fact that the wheels are turning faster than I can run to catch up with them.

For some reason, I forget that life still goes on when I am not there. And now my child hood memories have been destroyed because the things I've always thought "were" and "would be permenantly" have drifted away from each other due to the knife of stifling change. I know that death is unavoidable. But who knew I would actually have to feel the sting?