TIME PASSAGES Of A Distant Mind. The Saturday morning was just like any other Saturday morning a ritual of necessity that I had performed over the last five years since the passing of my wife Gail. Brushing my hair I look into the mirror, the reflection before me is crystal clear and with it comes the stark realization that the years were catching up with this 64 year old man. I was half way out of the back door before realising I had left my car keys on the kitchen bench, a life time of forgetful habits are hard to shake. I rush out the door to the car. Checking the clock on the dash board, 8.30am tells me I’m right on schedule, the thought resounds in my head, on schedule for what, as I make my way to the shopping Centre 4 miles up the road. Today fate would step into my routine playing me a hand that would take me a lot further than 4 miles up the road but that was still sixty minutes away. The young woman behind the delicatessen counter, radiant with