Too many obituaries of people who had some kind of influence on my life lately. All those I remember from my youth are getting old, yet I can only remember the

Too many obituaries of people who had some kind of influence on my life lately. All those I remember from my youth are getting old, yet I can only remember them as just a little older than me and even though I'm now 62 I don't feel that old inside; so every time one of my near contemporaries dies I feel a sudden shock and think, could he or she really have been that old? And then it hits me, yes they are and I'm heading that way too. This for me, is one of the worst aspects of ageing; that the subjects of my memories are disappearing.