The Last Time

By Jim Hagarty

We have all experienced the sense of deja vu. It’s a weird trip.

But there is another phenomenon and I don’t know if it is a real thing.

Have you ever had a feeling, after speaking with someone you know, that this was the last time you will ever see that person?

It just happened to me now.

Strange feeling. Sad but also, “OK, so where do I go from here?”

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.