“some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead – when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies, too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?”┬áIrvin D. Yalom     Before we moved into this house, I had never tasted a feijoa fruit. Now, six weeks later, we daily collect buckets of them from the ground under the tree, beside the driveway. Also called…