memories

Memory Lane Part 2

I was a wildling, a child left to grow and thrive outside, unattended in endless adventure and journey. Waking just as the light edged above the horizon, bare feet slinking through dew-kissed grass. Golden light pouring over trees and fields, morning air cool and refreshing smelling different than midday air and late afternoon air, sweetContinue reading “Memory Lane Part 2”

Memories Not Material

Sometimes you have to focus on yourself. Take care of yourself, you can’t fix everyone and everything. Not everyone has your best interest at heart, they have their own. There comes a time when you have to realize that you are the only person responsible for your happiness and no one else is ever goingContinue reading “Memories Not Material”

Empty Shoes

An empty pair of shoes sat neatly by the door. Coats hung on the rack. Everything is just as it was left but nothing is the same. A favorite pair of jeans or leather-bound notebook remnants of the person who wore and held them last. Upon first glance, everything seems as it was, but silenceContinue reading “Empty Shoes”

Life is made up of moments, and those moments become memories. Some moments we hold onto so hard they burn themselves into the very depths of our souls, never to be forgotten for the rest of our lives. Some moments we didn’t even realize meant so much to us until we realized they stayed withContinue reading “Memories”

What Do We Leave Behind?

What is it that we leave behind when we exit our lives? We all hope that it is more than fragmented memories and leftover possessions. We hope to have our families remember us rather than fight over our things, the memories are more important, pictures can be duplicated and shared, an old ham radio orContinue reading “What Do We Leave Behind?”

Sifting Through Memories

I spent the afternoon with family and looking through old photos of my dad. Laughing at some and contemplating others. Strange how we forget how young our own parents were once while raising us. I had forgotten what slender man my dad was for most of his life. I forgot what he had looked likeContinue reading “Sifting Through Memories”