In my life I've loved them all

Have you ever considered all the people you know, and all of the things you have done with them?

As one gets older and more feeble (half-marathons feel a lot better than marathons these days), one (that'd be me) can't help but look back on it all and just be a little amazed. And the truth of the matter is that my life has not been all THAT amazing--in fact, it's been fairly ordinary in many ways. (Imagine the difference if you are Barack Obama, or Kofi Annan, or Britney Spears!) Still, it's quite an awesome array of personalities, events, places, and stories.

Some of the best stories (a) only mean something to me, (b) are too "personal" to share in most any venue, and (c) could easily be interpreted as self-centered or vain or sappy or embarrassing or something else that's not complimentary. The list is so long that I hardly know where to begin. And so I'm left with lots of memories of all sorts--memories that are permanently sealed in my brain and pretty much do and should remain there.

Still, perhaps when I finally get my lingering terminal illness with some bizarre multi-syllabic name, maybe someone will take enough pity on me to listen to a few of those stories, and maybe even a few of my favorite songs:

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all