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Remembering
Posted by The Red Devil
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Friday, November 07, 2008
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Musings
I found myself writing our Christmas list today. (I mean, since I've got nothing else to do but rest and recover from this ailment.) And it drove me nuts that I couldn't remember some names! I mean, honest to god (and I know she'll kill me for this), I forgot my sister in law's name.
For a moment there I panicked. I mean, what else could have I forgotten?
I do have this theory that I have a fairly good memory but there are things that I seem to have blocked out of my head. For instance, a lot of my childhood friends remember certain things about a particular event that they say was very significant for all of us but no matter how I try, I just can't seem to remember it. I can't remember much of my childhood, just bits of what I pieced together from photographs.
I tried to remember things for as far off as I can. I tried until there were tears in my eyes and throbbing dull pain in my head.
Then it hit me: It doesn't matter what I don't remember. What matters is what I do.
I remember playing in the rain with my cousin in Sta. Mesa. I remember buying taho and falling in a sewer. I remember playing basketball with the neighbors. I remember chasing after the pet ducks, geese and turkeys. I remember going to church in my Sunday's best. I remember my high school play with my friends. I remember my high school sweetheart. I remember how college was scary because it was an all girls' Catholic school. I remember how I made good friends. I remember singing in a band. I remember that architect boyfriend of mine who serenaded me in front of the entire school. I remember getting my heart broken so many times after that. I remember expanding my horizons, I remember my French boyfriend and how he's become a very true friend even though we're a million miles away. I remember his sister that I've claimed to be mine. I remember being a comedienne. I remember losing a baby. I remember meeting my husband. I remember the day my daughter was born. I remember the day my sons were born. I remember the kisses they gave me this morning.
That should be enough. That is enough.
For a moment there I panicked. I mean, what else could have I forgotten?
I do have this theory that I have a fairly good memory but there are things that I seem to have blocked out of my head. For instance, a lot of my childhood friends remember certain things about a particular event that they say was very significant for all of us but no matter how I try, I just can't seem to remember it. I can't remember much of my childhood, just bits of what I pieced together from photographs.
I tried to remember things for as far off as I can. I tried until there were tears in my eyes and throbbing dull pain in my head.
Then it hit me: It doesn't matter what I don't remember. What matters is what I do.
I remember playing in the rain with my cousin in Sta. Mesa. I remember buying taho and falling in a sewer. I remember playing basketball with the neighbors. I remember chasing after the pet ducks, geese and turkeys. I remember going to church in my Sunday's best. I remember my high school play with my friends. I remember my high school sweetheart. I remember how college was scary because it was an all girls' Catholic school. I remember how I made good friends. I remember singing in a band. I remember that architect boyfriend of mine who serenaded me in front of the entire school. I remember getting my heart broken so many times after that. I remember expanding my horizons, I remember my French boyfriend and how he's become a very true friend even though we're a million miles away. I remember his sister that I've claimed to be mine. I remember being a comedienne. I remember losing a baby. I remember meeting my husband. I remember the day my daughter was born. I remember the day my sons were born. I remember the kisses they gave me this morning.
That should be enough. That is enough.
