Forgotten Things

“‘Sometimes people lose more than just socks, Sandy…You don’t remember all things and you don’t find all things. Those things end up here, like the touch and smell of someone, the memory of their exact face, and the sound of their voice…’ A thought suddenly occurred to me. ‘Have you ever heard your own laughter or cries?’ Helena nodded sadly. ‘Many times…’ 

She smiled. ‘Well, I had the great privilege of being loved by many people. The more people who love you, the more people you have out there to lose memories of you. Don’t make that face…It’s not as desperate as it sounds. People don’t intend to lose memories…It could be that the real sound of my laughter has been replaced by a new memory, or that, when a few months after I went missing my scent left my bedroom and my clothes, the scent they tried so hard to remember was altered. I’m sure the image I have of my own mother’s face is very different from how she actually looked but, forty years on and no reminder, how is my mind supposed to know, exactly? You can’t hold on to all things forever, no matter how hard you grip them…All the same,’ Helena looked up to the now bright sky with tears in her eyes, ‘you do sometimes feel like catching them and throwing them back to where they came from. Our memories are the only contact we have. We can hug, kiss, laugh, and cry with them over and over again in our minds. They’re very precious things to have.’

Chuckles, hisses, snorts, and giggles filtered through the air, floating by our ears on the wind, the light breeze carrying the faint scents like the forgotten smell of a childhood home; a kitchen after a day’s baking. There’s a mother’s forgotten smell of her baby, now grown up…There are older, musty smells of favorite grandparents…There are smells of lost lovers: sweet perfumes and aftershaves, the scent of sleepy morning lie-ins or simply the unexplainable individual scent left behind in a room. Personal smells as precious as the people themselves. All the aromas that had gone missing in people’s lives had ended up here.”
There’s No Place Like Here
by Cecelia Ahern

“People tell me there will come a time when your heart and mine will grow cold. No more staring at the evening sky. Low replaces high when you’re old. As long as you’re around I’ll follow you. You won’t ever be alone. As long as you’re around I’ll follow you, and I will be wherever you go.

They say the future is our enemy. Time eventually will set the sun. But I believe in you and you believe in me. How can we ever go wrong? As long as you’re around I’ll follow you. This heart is never going to break. As long as you’re around I’ll follow you, and I will give whatever this love takes…

So in the hours of the darkest kind, when it’s hard to find who we are, one can stare into the other’s eyes–be each other’s light in the dark. As long as you’re around I will follow you. You won’t ever be alone. As long as you’re around I will follow you, and I will be wherever you go.”

-Jon McLaughlin

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You’re never alone..

Time

“She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year;…her own birthday; and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?”


Thomas Hardy

Tess of the d’Urbervilles

52 Years

  The Honorable, Lady Diana Frances Spencer, HRH, Princess of Wales, Duchess of Rothesay

July 1, 1961-August 31, 1997

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“Goodbye England’s rose,
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country
And you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me, you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind,
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills.
Your candle’s burned out long before
Your legend ever will.
Loveliness we’ve lost.
These empty days without your smile.
This torch we’ll always carry
For our nation’s golden child.
And even though we try,
The truth brings us to tears.
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years…
Goodbye England’s rose,
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart.
Goodbye England’s rose,
From a country lost without your soul,
Who’ll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you’ll ever know.
And it seems to me, you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind,
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills.
Your candle’s burned out long before
Your legend ever will.”

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“I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people’s hands–people used to be sort of shocked because they said they’d never seen this before. To me, it was quite a normal thing to do. And when I saw the reassurance that an action like that gave, I did it everywhere, and will always do that.”
-Diana, Princess of Wales

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“I think the biggest disease the world suffers from in this day and age is the disease of people feeling unloved. I know that I can give love for one minute, for half an hour, for a day, for a month–but I can give. I am very happy to do that. I want to do that.”
-Diana, Princess of Wales