Today I realized that because of the passing of time, I am beginning to have memories that do not include Bob. I don't like having them but they are there just the same. This came to mind when I was thinking about a winter incident that took place just a couple of years ago, but after Bob was gone. It felt strange that it seemed so long ago while my memories with him are as clear as the present. Memories, like dreams, have no chronological order, so it would seem. They come and go in no particular order, triggered by who knows what.
It's reassuring to know that, while recollection of some aspects of my past may fade, my memory of Bob and the life we built together will remain as vivid as it was during the days when we were living it.
:-)
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