Spirit tells me that one purpose of a memoir is to move forward

By looking back, as one might do while climbing a high hill or

Low mountain that, for reasons of our own, must be climbed.

Life itself can seem to be an uphill battle, but we might get

Some satisfaction from looking back and seeing how far

We have come. And, then, with a sense of accomplishment,

Turn again our focus ahead, anticipating the pleasure of

Celebrating a mission accomplished.

Does it ever happen;?

What?

Reaching the finish line.

For whom?

Me.

No.