I hardly knew you, eh

eh: “Would you have a child now?”

me: “I don’t know, no one can see the future. I may think I am over that, but I would do a lot for the right person.”

eh: “The chance of problems increases as both parents age. The risks to the new born are there, though they can be mitigated.”

I could barely see her face in the fading sunlight, but she made sense, much beyond her years. I remembered what she said, and I thought I would get back in touch with her eventually.

The sun set, and I couldn’t see her anymore. I wish I had contacted her while there was still light, such is the inevitable futility of eventually.