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)