Murray came into my life over twenty years ago as my accountant and then he got officially old and then he died and I still miss my friend. Now, oddly, I think of him when I walk with my grandkids because I hold their hands and walk slowly with them, too.

Lots of key strokes have been pounded over the need to be mindful. We live in the eternal present tense, but we forget that when we are ruminating over something from the past or--as I do--pitching feverishly toward what comes next.