Memories

It’s amazing how the small things in life can bring back some of the biggest memories. Whether it’s just an action, something you spy out of the corner of your eye, a conversation or a place you haven’t been to in a long while, there can be a memory in anything. For me, a lot of those memories contain my mother.

I lost my mother a few years ago. Nearly seven years have gone past now since then. I’ve changed a lot in that amount of time. And I’m sure she’d be proud. I should probably be posting this closer to the actual date, but the past few days have been big for memories, I guess you could say. So I’ve decided to post this now. When the date comes, I’ll probably post something else.

My mother was always the biggest person in my life. In fact, she was the light in all of our lives. She was so carefree, kind, and willing to do anything for anyone. But more on that later.

A few days ago, my guardian and I had been talking about the old black car that had been my mother’s. After she passed, I claimed that old car for myself. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. But currently, it’s in a terrible state, according to the relative whose current possession it’s in. There are a lot of problems with it, like the broken A.C. and more serious things. The two of them, my guardian and my relative, had been talking of trading it in. But they won’t without my consent. They know how I feel about it.

That car holds a lot of memories for me. Of all the places we’d gone, the things we’d done. And just of my mother herself. She loved that car, probably more than I do now. It’s probably one of the closest things I have left to remember her by. But we have to let go of things eventually, right? I knew it wouldn’t last forever; after all, it’s fourteen years old now, that car. I’ve got a big decision to make.

Even before that, we had to take my dog to the vet’s. She’d been sick a while and so we finally took her to figure out what it. Originally, of course, she’d been my mother’s dog. When we found out that she had heart disease, I don’t know what came over me. I sat in the vet’s office and just cried a little. My family had asked what was wrong, but I couldn’t say it. I was scared. Scared of losing that poor dog. I still am. Because that dog is simply another one of the few ties I have left to my mother. I honestly have no idea what I’d do if I lost her. Probably bawl my eyes out for hours and hours on end.

And finally today was another day full of memories. We visited the local nature center today, where my mother used to volunteer at. I couldn’t help but remember the times she used to take me with her. I’d sit with her behind the front desk and click the visitor counter. She’d take me into the back staff room and she let me hold the turtle that used to live in the tank there. That turtle is gone now, sadly. I’m not quite sure what happened to it. At least I still have the memory.

Memories are such strong things. Every thing you say or do, no matter how small, will probably end up being a memory, something you’ll remember for the rest of your lives. Even now, as I’m writing this post and remembering all those memories, tears are spilling from my eyes.

Cherish the things you have while you have them. And never forget them, whether it’s a special item or just a conversation you have with your friends. Everything you say, see, do or own will hold a special memory for you one day.