Oh, wow. Being able to count up the losses like that, oof.
Same thing happened at my college reunion. We had little Buddhist prayer flags up for people in our class who had died, and it was sobering to count up their names. I was literally standing next to a woman who was dealing with her own Stage 4 cancer and saw the shock hit her face when she realized she was going to be flag on a line before the next reunion.
My mom would say that living the hardest part of living into her 90s wasn't the physical limitations or ailments she had to deal with; it was the accumulated losses. Eventually losing the last person she knew in her youth. She accumulated new people, but every day there would be another reminder of people lost.
Eventually losing the last person she knew in her youth.
I'm only in contact with two people who knew me before high school.
It's my 40th high school reunion this year and I was halfway thinking about going because round number and all but the thought of having to tell people what I've been up to for the last 40 years made me so tired. I'm sure there's more people than I know about, although I know about enough, that we've lost, too.