Half of my lifetime ago.
It no longer consumes my thoughts, but rather sneaks into them on occasion.
I wonder if a time will ever come when I can get through January 18th without going back to that time.
So many of life's memories have faded, yet that moment I walked into out loft apartment and found my husband with a gunshot wound to the head remains vivid - the colors - the feelings - the sounds - the smells - they stay strong.
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2 comments:
Certain events sear in our brain...leave all those poignant details...and when they surface, it is like it just happened.
Makes me wonder sometimes...what else is my memory holding on to?
Hope your day makes some good memories too.
Hoping your day has had beauty seeping through the cracks. Sending love... xoxo
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