Another day, another new beginning

My memory is terrible. I think back to moments in time and wish I could recapture the spoken words, the sounds and the smells. I usually can't. Maybe it's because it has been too long. It's been too many years. Too much has happened since. My brain is at capacity functioning via the FIFO method, first memory in, first memory out. Perhaps the aneurysm that rendered me temporarily paralyzed at the age of 17, deleted some storage. No matter. My husband teases me that everything I experience is like I am experiencing it for the first time. I am easily entertained by things I have already seen. A TV show episode or movie that I have already watched is just slow-setting cement in my brain. Eventually it will cure and the memory will stay. Lucky for him, I say.

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect. ~ Jodi Picoult

Photographs capture the feelings and bring back the memories. That’s just what I do here. I use the photograph to capture the memory, put it in writing, and cure the cement.