I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

I need them and they need me to need them

After a lifetime's independence– yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim – I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals.

I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.

Things don't matter, people do

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.