Thoughts from “a color of the sky”

4.7

If memory loves time, what does that mean? Is the reverse also true, that time loves memory? I’d have to dissent there, I do. Time weakens memory, at least for me. There is too much to remember and what one ought to remember gets pushed back and squeezed smaller and smaller, shoved into tinier and tinier pockets of the hippocampus. The tendrils of memories grow wispier and wispier. No, time does not love memory or perhaps, time does not love grief-stricken memory. Because isn’t it easier to just forget? 

 

“She was a force for good and love walking around in a body.” -Roslyn, one of my mother’s friends

 

I need someone to look at me in the eyes, hold my shoulders and say, “You are not crazy for wanting to forget.” And as my tears fall, to hold me close and whisper, “But you’d be crazier still to let the memories fade.”