I can bring tears to your eyes and resurrect the dead. I form in an instant and last a lifetime. What am I?
Your memories are the first step to consciousness. How can you learn from your mistakes if you can’t remember them?
I used to think that there was a black hole inside me that nothing could fill. Then I had a daughter. I remember the first time that I put her to sleep. I was standing, holding her in my arms, rocking her. I was looking at her all the time. She was looking up at me. I began to feel that she trusted me, that she felt safe. She must have done because her eyelids started closing little by little, and then she was asleep. That’s a good memory.
All the things that I’d done. Memories, they never hurt me. The past is more than memories. It’s the devil you sold your soul to.
There’s no right or wrong way to grieve. Sometimes allowing yourself to indulge in memories of a loved one is the best way to get closure.