The Kindness of Strangers — II
I cannot say with veracity I remember the event as if it were yesterday.
That would be disingenuous.
But it still remains vivid, and for that I am grateful.
I know it is only a matter of time when, like most other memories, it will fade.
Only fragments will remain.
And, as with a frustrating jigsaw puzzle, the kind we children used to work on during cold wintry nights by the flickering light of a fireplace, I may be unable to piece them together.