Front Page

Memory

In by Michael on October 20, 2010 at 11:41 pm

He spent his whole life taking photos, keeping a journal, holding on to every moment. No moment was genuine unless he felt he could save it and reflect back later.

He kept his old letters and concert tickets and invitations to friends’ weddings. So many people he had known were gone by now, but he never let go.

As long as he held on to the people that filled his decades passed, he could believe that someone would hold onto memories of him after he died. He’d be immortal that way. We remember because we are afraid of being forgotten.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: