Today is new!
How we forget the yesterdays the older they are. Flashbacks come and go with memory bursts!
Things written in journals remind us of feelings of the time, yet we now wonder why? Sometimes with who, and what story? Can we remember it all? Or at all!
What happened, do others remember the time. Maybe. But not in the same way, stories change
The passage of life travels so swiftly by the time we notice a decade has passed, and then another until the next generation is looking back feeling the same. Lost between fancy and truth
I return in my mind to days with my mother as a teenager. Wow, what a time. Ups and downs, more and more to remember. And oh the arguements!
Then onto when I became a mom,, i still needed my mom. Now as a grandmother, my memories as a child and a young mom have started to become faded.
The wholeness and joy I hold full inside, yet somehow there is a loneliness. Where is this coming from? Am I needed, will they remember the good, what will the future hold who knows.
I wonder how my mom felt as a grand mother, going back in her memories;.some what lost, sad and empty. It’s an Emptiness that becomes bigger and bigger and then hollowness.
Turning your back on the past doesn’t make it easy it just leaves you empty.
