Strange to have a memory occur and then re-occur and re-occur again. If allowed, it tends to melt into another related story and sometimes we become lost in the world of the past. Perhaps this is a source of joy and contentment or may not be wanted and we attempt to re-direct those thoughts as quickly as possible. Sometimes memories cast a sort of aura and we float in them until ready to leave or that incessant phone rings again. Recently I have lost my father and somehow I believe that I have been prepared for this. However, a surprise has come to me regarding this theme of memories. I will never see the only home I grew up in again, nor the town. There is literally no reason to go there now. Other family members will never gather there again. Throughout my adult life, the phone was the main connection with my father, my childhood home. Now after 60 years, this number is no more. How surprising that a phone number could represent a thousand different memories from childhood/ adulthood literally up until yesterday when cut off. Every phone call, was a lifeline to the present and to the past, truly a “live” wire. It was something tangible. So now it is time to put down the phone and begin to place all those remarkable, significant, celebrated, and terribly sad recollections someplace in the ever-growing background of my life. This is part of what we call grieving, when we know we are taking that walk down memory lane and feel supported by the past. However, now we must move on —- and to continue to evoke the new and the unknown, threading new wires that connect into our essence.
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