When you happen to hear a song playing from your youth, do you pause and let the memories drift over you?
Isn’t it amazing how a mere song can transport us so far back into the past? Years and decades ago.
Young & Trusting:
When we placed our hand into someone else’s for safekeeping, we didn’t know how naive we truly were.
We were of course certain that that person would lead us down the safe path and never hurt us.
Certainly never break our heart into a million pieces.
But all those memories bring us to where we are today.
Some of the hurt others caused us cut painfully deep and is still slightly sore to the touch.
Other memories we have whisked up with a broom and dumped into the dustbin.
Isn’t it odd how some things can cut us to the core? And other things that hurt us we manage to toss with the detritus of “what happened a long time ago?”
Saving Photos Of Pets That Are Now Gone:
This morning I created a folder for the photos I found online of the pets I’ve had in the past. And of course I teared up as I shifted each photo into this special folder for safekeeping.
It was then I realized that none of those boys who broke my heart and cast me aside are important any longer. I can’t even envision their faces now. Or recall the sound of their voices.
They are like ghosts, apparitions that I know were there, but are of no consequence any longer.
They’re just puzzle pieces of my past that I don’t care to piece together again.
A Sweet & Pure Kind Of Love:
But the photos of my pets bring tears to my eyes because their love was sweet and pure and unconditional.
Those memories are the hardest to recall and not tear up because no matter how long it’s been, I still miss them.
These photos are precious. A reminder that their love for me was given back twofold.