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Fading Memories
Memories are a funny thing. Sometimes, you fight to hold onto them. And sometimes, you fight to let them go. I’m not sure which scenario is harder to accomplish.
For a long time, I was so scared of losing certain memories that I clung on with everything I had. I was so scared of what would happen if I let them go; if I allowed myself to forget. Then one day, despite my best efforts, the memories faded. And surprisingly, I’m okay with that. I finally learned that the memories, although faded, always come back with the pictures, the cards, the toys, etc. And while I’ve lost a lot of the “little details,” the “big picture” will always be there.
[…] in the three years I stopped thinking about you every day. But, you do cross my mind most days. Today is one of those days. Today I miss […]