Reflecting on life's milestones through cherished letters

It's always late when the shadows of my past creep in, haunting me as I put pen to paper. The gentle strains of "Like a Rock" by Seger echo faintly, a bittersweet reminder of moments long gone.

My hands were steady

My eyes were clear and brightMy walk had purpose

My steps were quick and lightAnd I held firmlyTo what I felt was rightLike a rock

How swiftly the years have slipped away.

Fifty years past, I was just 17, filled with fear and solitude, facing a world that always seemed to elude my grasp. I sit here and wounder where did they go though I remember everyday like a blur of time rushing by cold and Lonely

The moments I clung to, believing they held significance, faded into insignificance over time, leaving only echoes of what once felt important. I mourn the emptiness of solitude, the absence of voices that once filled my days, the friends who shared laughter over meals, and the memories that now linger in silence.

Most of my happiness now only seems to be illusions of moments from days gone by. The future is so hard to see when memories stand in the way

And sometimes late at night

Oh, when I'm bathed in the firelight

The moon comes callin' a ghostly white

And I recallI recall