I will never have any use for empty words. If you can only give me silence, then so be it, I won’t ask for more. I won’t wait for words you may want to say but can’t. In time, they’ll only be as useless as what you’ve turned them into. In time, they won’t have any meaning. And for right now? I’m not even sure I would want to listen. Keep them and I’ll keep mine.
- Natalie Shaw
Memories are one of the most powerful components we possess. They award us the chance to remember every moment that has passed us by; they give us the chance to heal. We remember our regrets, our wrong doings and misfortunes and we learn from these mistakes. We find out strengths that we didn’t know we had, and we find the hope that will lead our way. We remember our happiest moments, the people and words that made us smile. The gestures that touched our hearts, the sounds that guided our dreams, the lyrics that sought us comfort. We remember everything; the good, the bad and the in between.
Sometimes memories can be tainted, fragmented by our own design. We will see less of someone or something because of the anger that clouded our judgment, or the webs spun we never believed to be true. Sometimes, we see more in a memory than we ever planned to see. We find forgiveness, refuge and redemption. We find peace in knowing that time mends all wounds.
The memory is powerful. It will surprise you with a smile, a laugh or tears. It can creep up on you, and play tricks on your mind. But if you ask me, no matter the form in which the memory plays, or the harshness of its reality – there is nothing more beautiful than the magic of what was. The ability to treasure the souls long gone and to hold them within ourselves. To know that no matter how brave and tall we stand, or how weak and shallow we may feel, they are here. In every breath we take, in every word we speak. In every moment we live, we do it not only for them, but with them. We do it together.
While sometimes the grace of others is carried away, we can take comfort in the knowledge that they were carried by wings and no less. We can take comfort in their presence that will remain and in the memories we will keep. They may be missed, but they will also be remembered.
Rest in peace Grandpa, we won’t forget.
25/8/1935 - 3/9/2013
- Natalie Shaw