I was there when it happened

A time will come when I wont remember any day to day occurrences; when details vivid to me now will dissipate in the wind like the leaves in this season; where all the things I cry about now, I will laugh about in the future; when all things so grave in my mind will seem like petty child..s play, and all that will be left will be a block of time in which I will say ..when I was your age.... but only remember patterns of change and random times of extreme joy, absurd pain, or seemingly unimportant seconds.