Sifting through lost memories
An entire life
Packed in a box
Author: Dancing Echoes
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
Dancing Echoes 
April 26, 2021 at 4:47 pm
It is a painful thing we do, sifting through remains of a live.
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April 26, 2021 at 5:01 pm
It is. I have had to do a lot of it the last few years. It definitely puts “stuff” in perspective.
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May 24, 2021 at 9:48 pm
Mmmmm… stunning how the physical memories we leave behind often take up such little space.
Though, the memories that keep us alive for some time after we’ve gone, –the ones held by those left behind — these take up no space at all, yet cannot be contained by any finite space.
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May 24, 2021 at 10:01 pm
I often wonder what happens to those memories. Do they still live as energy? Do they travel throughout h space and eventually return? What I miss most are my parents stories. I have no one left to answer questions about my family history.
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May 25, 2021 at 12:03 am
<smile> I have a pet theory that the Dark Matter which apparently holds the whole universe together but no one can “see” is, in fact, love.
Let’s pretend that’s true. Maybe those stories and memories are one kind of particle which makes up or sustains the fabric of the universe?
RE: stories and family history… I hadn’t ever thought about that aspect of loss. There is something a little devastating about that.
When my father died, suddenly and too young at 58, a good friend emailed me, saying how an even earlier loss of his father altered him and affected him, but that his father once told him something to the effect of, “The most important job of my life was raising you to be independent, able to take care of yourself, prosper, be happy and loving, perhaps raise a family of your own some day.” My friend added something like, “he did that. And though I miss him, and my life is one important voice in this world smaller, I think he’s up there, satisfied that he did his job well, and knows that I love him and that I know he loves me, and nothing will ever take that away.”
Wise words. They helped. A lot.
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May 25, 2021 at 7:28 am
I like that theory. I am of the mind that it is all energy though love and hate. A package deal if you will. Or maybe it is just energy and we choose how to use it. Every is definitely connected though. Yeah, it didn’t take long after my mom died that I had a million questions that could no longer be answered. It is a shame our modern culture doesn’t revere the elderly the way many ancient cultures do. So much is lost once they are gone. Thank you for sharing your friends story. I will keep it in mind when I feel grief creeping around.
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