Her memory

When I was younger I had a lot of memories that made the girl you see today. Not many things in life can change a person unless you really tried. But with family, anything can change you. Whether it be you went to Disneyland, or to the beach, memories form. For me, it was to can hunt with my father. I remember waking up early to leave every morning to go with him. He would load the back of the truck with some trash bags and of course, being a tiny munchkin, he brought tinier bags. Traveling slowly down an old gravel road, carefully eyeing cans. A song he and I favored was On The Road Again by Willie Nelson. Ah, it was the time him and I would sing along. These memories are only solidly implanted in my brain not only because I really enjoyed these moments with him.     

   But I lost him eight years ago due to a car accident. All the memories that you have with a person that you love the most can’t really just vanish in time if you really favor them. But of course, as the years go by, the memories twinkle and fade. I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t miss someone and their memories, especially your own father. Those days and the beautiful times we shared, I laid to rest a couple years ago. But Lord knows I carry peace from laying it down. Written in a chapter I wrote a couple years ago. Ya know, the age you’re right now? Yeah, I see age as a chapter and of course, we all started at a solid point. Being written day by day. Like you read a page with some form of motion and or action the main character is doing, you are the main character. You’re the one writing the book, well metaphorically. Honestly, I’m glad I got to spend a good nine chapters with my father because not many people can say that. Not many can say they had any memories with their father and that causes a pin needle sting to my heart because everyone should be able to have some memories with their father. You never know when you are going to be sitting in a room staring at an Ern thinking about them instead of making more wonderful memories. My life story, or life book, I should say, hasn’t ended because of the loss. But it has taught me to be strong every day not having him in my life and to cherish the days I have with my mother and brother. The song only reminds me of the specific memory of can hunting with him in the morning, that’s why I also enjoy the outdoors even if I don’t go out very much.