Thoughts for an uncle ...
Memories fade with time. Details get blurred; minutiae, slurred. What remain are foggy notional silhouettes that may seem irrelevant but have been instrumental in shaping our physical and emotional selves of the present-day.
I too occasionally project many of my notional silhouettes upon the canvas of my present-day mind, attempting to recall the days and events gone by, when there is nothing else to keep it occupied or when it is tired of what is and yearns to take a flight of fancy into what was. An email from my ninety-year-old uncle started one such bout of projection, with him being the focus of contemplation. This page records the minutes of that short imaginary rendezvous.