Eternal return

The older I get, the more often I find myself glancing back. Memories surge as I drive by a house, street, sign, park, store... child. Feelings of loss, grief, overwhelm when I see: an empty lot where once stood the first home I remember; a chain restaurant instead of the ice cream parlor where my mom and I shared sundaes on special occasions; an empty playground where my son used to run, jump, climb, fall...get up and start again.

The older I get, the more living is like relentless déjà vu...or a mixture of been there, done that, doing it again or wishing I were... A neverending highlight reel of days gone by.