“You don’t understand this when you’re younger but at some point, you cease doing things, cease creating new memories,” he thought aloud. “You are stuck in a rocking chair. And all you have are your memories. Those beautiful droplets of color you’ve managed to steal from the rainbow. And you go back to them over and over and over, like a Catholic praying the rosary. You dig in deep, sifting through decades, years, seasons, weeks, hours, and seconds of your life, trying to figure out what it all meant. I wanted to come back to you. I wanted to see you in color, to grasp my own little rainbow.” AgingCatholicismRainbowReflectionsRosaryAging GracefullySeasons Of LifeReflection On LifeAging QuotesAging Well Book:Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller Source: Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Thriller