I was thinking about memories this morning. Sometimes, thinking back to a time or a place, people that were in your life, those memories can bring smiles, tears, even laughter. Sweet or bittersweet, memories can be one or the other, or both.
After my brother died, I had a lot of memories, and at that time, none of them were good. Most were linked to his death and the aftermath of dealing with what was left for us. I thought I would never get past that hurt and those terrible days of confusion and questions never answered and the memories they left.
But after awhile, those memories faded... and left me with my brother again. The actual person he was, not the way his death left me feeling. I could smile again and remember, not the hurt, but the person my little brother was. It was such a relief to leave those negative memories behind, let them go and remember the good, the smiles, the happy times.
I think, for me, memories should be of the people we are remembering, the good in them, the way they made us feel, the way they lived. Once you pass a certain point, you can choose to let go of the hurt and the loss and embrace the goodness of the memories. Otherwise, you stagnate and remain in a place of darkness. In that darkness, you can't grow and you can't heal or move on.
Letting go of the darkness, moving on with light...
~C
And no, my brother didn't die in 9/11 - I was just making an observation about memories...
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