Because I Said So

Life Goes On

I was rifling through a box of random stuff today, when I came across an old greeting card. It was a birthday card given to me on my 15th birthday. I opened the card to see who had given it to me. What I saw was foreign, unfamiliar handwriting. I realized that the handwriting had belonged to my mother. She gave me the card one month before she died. It's odd how time robs us of things that were once so trivial and familiar. It's been almost twenty years, and there are so many things that I have begun to forget. My mom's handwriting for example. I saw it everyday for fifteen years and would have known it anyway. The same can be said for the sound of her voice. However, I don't think I would recognize it if I were to hear it today. I want to hold on to these memories, to the things that connected me to her, but time continues to remove them from my memory. I think I'll start a journal of sorts and chronicle the memories I have of her before I forget those too. Time is a funny thing, isn't it?

tirade by Jenster at 5:28 PM