Last night this seemed important

It seems like, as you live, the number of things you've known, enjoyed, and loved which have left and gone away begin to outnumber the things you currently know, love, and enjoy. As a kid, loss is so abstract and unreal but as you grow older and begin to experience loss, whether it's watching a neighborhood change or a friend leave or a parent die, you start to really see how precarious your place in this world is. I'm not saying I'm there yet, I'm just watching Rob's grandparents getting more and more fearful of a world that doesn't let them hold on to anything. I know that I have a hard time with my favorite flea market being gone, it's been over a year and I still am grieving. What will it be like when all of my favorite places and people have slowly disappeared into a past that no one but myself really understands?