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| 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.
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| Old Friends |
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.
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| 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.
Is it?
May you find peace. May you be loved.
ReplyDeleteIt's not too much to ask.
Is it?
There are times when I think it IS too much to ask. But, like all things, those thoughts pass. Eventually.
I actually thought of you when I wrote that. It does feel that way at times.
DeleteStanding with my grandfather, surveying the devastation of a hailed out wheat field: "That's life, enjoy the good and endure the bad." A year later as combines churned through a bumper crop: (grinning) "A little better than last year, eh?"
ReplyDeleteMaster Chief Thornhill, who knew me a lot better than I did, after an awful rescue-turned-recovery: "Suck it up and drive on, lad." And after an awards ceremony, flicking the bit of metal and ribbon hanging from my white jumper: "It's mostly bullshit, but it's not all bullshit."
Your grandfather and Master Chief Thornhill were both very wise men.
DeletePretty heavy stuff Sarge. On All Souls Day / Day of the Dead too! I think we have children so we can be loved. Maybe not while they are teenagers, but definitely before and after!
ReplyDeleteMy Muse is back. I go where she leads.
DeleteOnce the kids get older, you are gold. That's my situation at least. Knowing you and Mrs Tuna, you will be fine. You've got great kids.
Well said. Memories are our photo album of life that run inside our heads...
ReplyDeleteIndeed.
DeleteNot too much to ask. You just have to know who to ask.
ReplyDeleteGood point Suldog.
DeleteUsed to have a painting on the wall. It was right over there. It was the core of memory.
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, if you take away the core/picture and you really try very very hard to forget, you can ease memory and you can sleep at night.
I speak as a survivor. I have absolutely no ideas about treating PTSD patients except to say, nothing at all. I have no idea.Honestly. As I read today, i learn that divorce is the killer. We thought we had found enduring love and when that betrays us....it is nothing like stepping into another world unless you accept alimony and child support for the rest of time.
At this point I would guess that roughly 1% of the brides of the massively injured and burned survivors are still married to them. We will never know but by God it would be hopeful to know that I am wrong.
All good points Cap'n.
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