The past is at times hard to remember and very easy to
forget. Other times the past is easy to remember and very
hard to forget. I guess this just depends on what memory I
am wanting to echo.
I love looking at old family photo's. The older the photo
the more interesting it is to me. Sometimes I can remember
the story behind the photo and sometimes the stories Mother
shared with me are gone. Vanished! I do know that Mother shared with me all her memories of the old folks. However just like families with to many folks there are also photo's with to many stories. When I look at a photo that has no memory I create one for it. I always find this much more
intriguing than actually remembering Mother's stories. Oh, Mother's stories were fabulous but the ones lost to time now belong to me. My mind is free to take me on a journey anywhere I want to go. And I do. It might be days, months or even years before I look at this photo again and when I
do the memory is once again lost. Vanished! Echo's in time, memories made, shared stories, real, envisioned, fabricated, visualized, gone, faded, spoken, silenced.
Over time does it really matter? No. Only the photo's matter and the adventures they take me on.