Ever had a little kid play dress up? A girl becomes the beautiful doctor her mom is, a boy dons shoes too big for him and can’t tie his father’s tie. These are moments of aspiration, beautiful attempts by little ones to be conformed to the image of what a person should be, by their estimation. But when they grow up and look in the mirror, what will they see? Better: what do we see? When life is coming to its close, every scar, every wrinkle, every gray hair – these things are all memories not of who we aspire to be, but of who we were. And it’s a beautiful reminder.