I imagine it is only natural for most of us reflect on past events and people at some point in our lives. For me it is every morning I awake. I lay there thinking of those who lived in the neighborhood when I was growing up, lovely people from a different generation and time. The happy family events, college years, employment and love.

I don't wish to sound morbid, but it scares me just how quickly time passes. I don't think about these things during the day, just every morning I wake up. I am not seeking a psychoanalysis, just wondering if anyone else shares this.