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.

-Deuteronomy 30:19-

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

To You

"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.