Saturday, 29 August 2009

Time is relative

It was a week ago today that I first stepped onto the island of North Haven in Maine's Penobscot Bay.

In my memory it could have been years ago.



Today is the 8th anniversary of my mother's death. It sometimes feels as though she died yesterday, but more often than not it seems like it was an age ago.



I am not sure now if I have memories of my mother, or memories of my memories of her.

2 comments:

  1. Don't beat yourself up about how or what you recall. Living in linear time we move on and the past becomes more distant. Not all of this is appropriate, but it does speak to what we remember of those we've loved:
    (The Way we were - Barbra Streisand)

    Memories, light the corners of my mind
    Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.
    Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
    smiles we give to one another
    for the way we were.
    Can it be that it was all so simple then
    or has time rewritten every line?
    If we had the chance to do it all again
    tell me would we? Could we?
    Memories, may be beautiful and yet
    what's too painful to remember
    we simply choose to forget
    So it's the laughter we will remember
    whenever we remember
    the way we were.

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  2. Michael,

    Jan and I left neighboring Vinalhaven on August 8. What wonderful islands!

    Daniel

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