It hurt not to be remembered

It hurt not to be remembered
It hurt not to be remembered

Over the next few days and nights after the disturbing discovery, the main question I pondered was, “Why does it even matter to me?”

I didn’t lose sleep over it – it’s almost impossible to lose sleep with as little as I get. Still, it was not one of the myriad things that tumbled through my brain in the night’s darkness. But when it did cross my mind in day’s brightness, a twinge of sadness pricked…