Saturday, September 29, 2007

The random effect of memory

There are times when the echoes of memory catch me so short. Little things, like fabric softener. Jessica was allergic to it, so we quit using fabric softener. After she died, eventually we started using it again, not to mention the advertisements and the times you can smell it on the wash of others. Usually it passes me by, but sometimes it catches me unaware.

I live with many memories, some very precious, most very happy. But sometimes, in grief, the strangest things are bittersweet.