I got it. The connecting link, the constant in our lives, is a peg. It is what holds everything together, saves from being blown away by the wind, even a light storm. Attaches memories to ropes or fine threads. It is what our parents would use to dry our clothes when we were no more than helpless naked little worms. We might have moved to using drying tumblers while growing up, but a peg would still be a handy tool for all kinds of things. And then, before you know it, your life could be almost over. You hardly recognized the role pegs might have played in it. But it will be right there beside you, attached to your clothes, holding your napkin just in place so your tittering old hands can spill the food as they like. What a useful little object, what a steady companion.