Tuesday, July 16, 2013

memory

What I notice in the process of loss and remembering is that my memories are of happiness.  I find myself seeing them all in light, in love, in joy.  With smiles of thoughts, with a shine to their eyes, a brightness to their spirit.  The rest fades away.  The odd posture, the side-long glance in a photograph reminds me of their quirks, the way they hollered, their down moments.  However the way I see them in my minds is with enjoyment.  Enjoying the way they nurtured me, loved me, helped me and I hold them next to that place of love.

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