There’s something powerful that happened at our center last month. No applause. Just a small group of people, gathering week after week for a class, choosing to talk about something many of us would rather avoid—our memory.
Not the class itself - that matters, of course. But what has stayed with me wasn’t the curriculum. It was the people.
As I saw them entering the building, I recognized faces.
A longtime donor who, for years, has supported our work. Someone I used to see in one of our support groups. A gentleman I’ve chatted with at a local restaurant during happy hour. A friend of a friend I met years ago.