At some point, one remembers all the people who were once part of his life (or in my case her). The circle of people we used to see for a long time. The faces that we no longer recognize, or the voices we no longer recall. The kind of people who were there, always, so you never had to make memories or think about those memories because you assumed they would last.
Ah!
The people who were once part of our lives.
Where did they go?
What do they do?
Who are they now?
Those questions will most probably never be answered.
But if it means much, I do remember some faces. I do recall some voices.
And the rest fade - like, to them, I faded. I am forgotten. My voice is not recalled. Where did I go? What did I do? Who am I? They will never know.