"In my memory my life at Hailsham falls into two distinct chunks: the ones I've just been telling you about---they tend to blur into each other as a kind of golden time, and when I think about them all, even the not so great things, I can't help feeling a sort of glow. "(77)
Kathy recounts her story with an understanding that she did not have in her youth. She knows more about herself and the donation process than most donors and she suffered the loss of the relationships that helped her find these answers. So, even when she tells of a happy memory, like "the golden time", there is always something behind it. Some sadness because, she is telling this story with all of her somber memories entangled with the joyful times. So, she changes over her thirty years from a nieve young girl, who gave Tommy to Ruth with encouragement, to an old woman, in donor years, who is alone with her memories most of the time reminiscing with her completed friends. Thats why I think many carers that Kathy comes across are so depressed. Most of their friends have completed, and all that the carers are left with is time spent remembering the past, and caring for those that will complete shortly. It's no wonder that most are in waiting for their own completion.
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