How a memory becomes a treasure? ~Old Post~

I was looking through my old word documents and found something I wrote in 2005.(I was 18. My cousins were 5 and 7 years old.)
It was published in a local magazine back then. If I find it I’ll share here.
It’s dedicated to my late aunt and her wonderful, brave kids. ♥

How a memory becomes a treasure?

No matter how painful some things could be…watching old videos, remembering simple things hearing sad little voices, seeing confused small eyes, looking at you trying to define what’s going on.

Continuous questions about the missing person, answering disappointingly. Wishing for once that your mind could trick you to see that person for a last goodbye…a last smile of reassurance that everything is going to be ok… the once happy little boy becomes a dull character, he is afraid to let go of your hand, afraid that you will leave him as the person who meant the world to him has left. No matter how much you try to explain what has happened he remains asking about the missing person …he hears voices of people mourning BUT over what??? He doesn’t know.

A year later you struggle to make a memory of the loved one not believing that a year has gone by and life is still going on…you remember flash backs of what you went through in the past year…

The once confused little eyes become sad eyes realizing the truth, their smiles are almost extinct…

Two years later, you look back at the past two years, wish they would never come back and hope you had learnt from them. You look at those little eyes again this time you find them sad and scarred on the other hand full of hopes and dreams yet to come. You hear stories from their little lips about the loved one we lost. You also become surprised when you hear the little girl telling you and pointing up at the sky that her mommy is watching over you. You watch them bow down to pray each night and tell that framed picture they once called MOM what they did each day at a time. You share your childhood stories with them and wish their mother were here to give them the love she had once given you…

You start to see a smile on the face of the child who was once attached to his mother…

You hear him talking about the accident as if it were haunting him…

Each time they want to sleep, they ask whether their mommy is asleep. All you can do is smile and tell them: “Mommy won’t sleep till she sees you asleep”. They instantly put their heads on your lap and close their eyes. Then you whisper in their ears as they drift off to sleep, “MOMMY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU”


5 Comments Add yours

  1. Jay Bleu says:

    Wow this is so touching. It really hits home because I was that little boy in a similar situation. Such a beautiful post.

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    1. Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it.
      Death is hard to understand at such a young age. Sorry for your loss.

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      1. Jay Bleu says:

        Thanks. It is. . .even at any age when it’s your first real loss.

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      2. Yes, I know. It’s one of the main reasons I started writing.

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      3. Jay Bleu says:

        I’ve often wrote, too, to get the “junk out of the basement.”

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