I sat across from almost a century.
A century embedded into one reality.
He was small in stature.
I felt at once
That I towered over him
And yet
Was dwarfed by his existence.
He lived life through things we will never understand
Or know.
I am in awe of the life
And the age.
Then
He said
There’s nothing that makes an old man feel older than not knowing what’s going on in the world.
I hate dementia.
