We all on occasion try to make sense out of things that defy common sense. We search for sanity in the insane. We cry out, “why” when there seems to be no why.
A while back I read that when you remember someone you carry something of that person with you. Years later, that which you carry can help you summon something about that person back, even though miles and years have passed. Even after the person’s death, that portion we took with us enables us to still see the person, hear his voice, and speak to him in your heart.
From that person’s perspective he feels never entirely lost as long as he is remembered. We are consoled to know we are remembered and often it is part of why we are happy. Yet we also feel once we are forgotten, that the part of us that was carried away is gone forever. So it seems when we search to make sense out of insanity that we hear so often the cry, ‘”Remember me.” It is a cry for something that was carried away and seems gone forever.
On this day of memories, I try to recall all the things I have carried away, so none are lost.
Your Friend, Webb