“Nothing is
ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
My Father--
A smell, a caress, a look in the eye --- things in life that trigger
our past and the memories that we keep locked tight. My mind is so full of
memories – good and bad. The memory of my first bike ride; without training
wheels and my father’s hand letting me go. His cheering still plays loud as if I
were standing there with him watching me ride away on my own. Memories of my
father sitting in the living room floor brushing my long golden locks as I watch
my favorite movie or the stories that were read almost every night before bed. Or sitting in his recliner crying our eyes out
to “Butterfly Kisses” knowing that most of the song (as the girl got older)
would never be able to happen between him and me. The painful memory of being
told that my father was gone – gone forever still lingers strongly in my mind.
A lot of the memories are good but that one is definitely the strongest. My
world taken away from me in the blink of an eye – that changed my life forever.
My PawPaw—
The man who
over time filled a hole that I thought would never be filled. My memories with
him are more than few. But my most favorite was just the memory of him in
general. Everything over the years that my pawpaw was alive was mainly good
memories. I loved him; he was my pawpaw, my father. As I got older he was the
one I would turn to if I needed help, an ear to listen and a mouth to offer
advice. I can still hear him, “Sissy, you need to straighten up, get a hold of
life and kick it’s ass.” What I wouldn’t do to have him back with me.
I know this
is supposed to be about one memory but I couldn’t list just one when I had two
AMAZING memories that I wanted/needed to share. The best memories(s) of my
childhood were my daddy and my pawpaw. Two men who grabbed my hand and walked
me as far through life as they could; until finally letting go of the seat and
watching me ride away on my own.
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