I'm afraid. I'm afraid of forgetting. I want to keep my memories close, I don't want them to fade. I hate to think I won't remember.
The good times. The m o m e n t s. The people. The then and there. The who I was in that second. The thoughts. The stories. The little things. The happiness. The surroundings. The tears and laughter at the same time. The lesson. The feelings. The dreams. The sunsets. The conversations. The gifts in everyday life. The love. The wind howling - the crickets chirping, the birds singing, the beauty of simplicity. The lovely, blue sky days. The rainy, chilly days. Diving into the ocean. Running fast. Swinging. Twirling. Singing while doing the dishes. Playing with brothers and sisters.
I don't want to lose sight of all of it. I want to wrap every wonderful memory in transparent paper so that they're safe, but I can still look at them and feel them at anytime I want. When I am 67, I want to be able to look back on my past and remember...
I don't want to forget.