Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Monday, 23 July 2012
Out of the blue I remembered a person I hadn't seen for nearly twenty years. I remembered him on such a deep level and so vividly as if we'd met just yesterday. The crude truth is this person is no longer alive. We hadn't kept in touch for the past two decades. Not by choice, mind you, or maybe it was by choice, who can tell two decades later? And yet I suddenly experienced this wave of memories. Not memories of events, but rather of feelings, emotions, attitudes. Memories of meaning of this person. It's hard to forget someone who meant the world to you when you were little. Such feelings come from a realm where time is powerless.
For as long as I live I will carry his memory carved deep in me, whether I want it or not.