This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.
Memory-The act or an instance of remembering; recollection
I stand on the edge of the Fog of Memory
Deciding if I want to break free
Do I want to remember
Me? Or You?
Do I want to remember all the
Bad parts? Or the good?
I take and a deep breath
And step out of the Fog
I decide knowledge is much
Better than ignorance
I open my eyes
"You were in a car crash." You mutter
As tears threaten to spill.
I nod as I look around my tiny room and all the machines.
Then back at you, your hair, your eyes.
"I'm glad I'm here." I say to see you smile.
I'm glad I didn't hide in the Fog.
"Do you remember me?" You wonder. "They said you might lose your memory."
I nod, hoping my memories will return.
Then the good memories come flooding back:
First date, first kiss, marriage, honeymoon
Then the bad come racing back:
All the times I feel on my face, talking to you for the first time
I blush as my memory returns.
"Of course. How could I forget you Tom?"
He smiles as the tears spill out. "Oh Susan!" He cries.
Then two kids come rushing in calling "Mommy. Mommy."
I remember them as Derek and Anna, my little angels.
Then more memories come back: late nights, early mornings, first day of preschool
We then start talking about how Tom and I met and
How we finally found the perfect house.
It then hits me as I watch my family, listening to their excited conversation:
The good times are worth all the bad times.