Memories can resurface. Wounds can reopen. The roads we walk have demons beneath. And yours have been waiting for a very long time.[to Sherlock]
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.
We can’t count on the past. We think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. We could fade at any time.
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.
My wife died in pain, and I had a stroke, which stole almost all my memories of her. Being scared of you would be a real waste of my time.