All that is left are memories

My father’s elder brother passed away on the 17th at the age of 91. All that is left are precious memories. Memories spread across our life time. They are all happy memories of a loving person who loved us. He is not with us physically but these memories will always be with us. I suppose that is what is meant by the word ‘forever’.

My father’s father passed away in 1980 but our memories of him are always with us. We may not be thinking of him all the time, but his presence is there. He is alive as long as we are alive. And lucky are they who are able to leave behind happy memories. Of course it is not all luck.

I remember my friend telling me about a relative who passed away many years ago. Memories about that person still hurt. She wishes that it had been possible to cremate those memories along with body. But, unfortunately those memories live on. She says she has learnt how not to behave with others and hopes she will never knowingly hurt others and leave hateful memories.

It is said memories fade away with time but I have heard so many of the older generation say that their memories of their past are much stronger than of the recent past. It is sad when people live in only their memories and the present is not so real for them. But they are so very important, what would life be without them?
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami ( Japanese writer)

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By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. The Covid has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.