I am now in my 80s, surprised at the face that greets me in the mirror each morning. Part of me remains young, always reaching for the child that is still inside me. That child and I still speak every day, but never really touch. Too many years have passed. Too many horrors. I want to forget, but I shall not. I remember everything that happened over my life time -- my teachers, my friends and family. I especially remember those that did not survive. I rememb more...
