In the News… old building on Norwich street succumbs to time and injury… no attention was paid, no real concern to watch it, fix it, no one to help, no one cared… after being ran into by a truck last year, the frail aging building, vacant for a long time finally collapsed this week. Exhausted from such neglect and not being cared for, it just let go… 

As I continue to age, like this building, the heaviness of loss, the invisibility that comes with old age, and the journey lend a somber reality to life.

Like this building, my structural integrity is waning, my energy and ability to fix it are as well. The people I have lost, the energy within me, just as the old vacant building, are ghostly memories. The building once full of life, busy and cared for, used and appreciated left to be a shell of itself until it could no longer hold on. It is much like me, growing older, or how my mama said it would be. The mind stays young, the body goes to hell, you are trapped, and waiting for what comes. The building I wonder, did it feel alone, forgotten? It seemed to fall into disrepair over the years, after it was no longer full of life. Each year it seemed sadder, decay and ruin creeping in. Much like myself as the aging process of life’s journey continues onward… one day I will let go too… one day…