|Not yet, but soon...|
These memories can be ephemeral, barely perceived, just on the edge of conscientiousness.
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Yet they are real.
They can cause a little smile. A private smile which an onlooker may not understand. But you get it, you remember some event, some person, some time in the past. A good day. A good memory. Long ago, or recent, it doesn't matter. It brings you happiness, no matter how short lived. For a moment, you're there again.
Other memories? Well, they can bring sorrow and sometimes actual, physical pain.
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They are two sides of the same coin.
We live. We love. We die.
Time marches forward, we are swept along like leaves on the torrent.
Like wood smoke through the pines on a crisp fall day.
|October in New England|
Enjoy your time here on this Earth. Hold your loved ones close. Remember those who went before and are gone now. Someday you will join them.
Make someone smile.
If you can.
May you find peace. May you be loved.
It's not too much to ask.