I went from “Busyness” to a room called “Memories” where photo albums covered the floor. The Way We Were played over and over on the plasma screen. So real. I relived every scene.
In my journal after Steve’s death I wrote about my compulsion to not only remember him, but to study the memory. I had to know what had made me feel more whole, for it could not be that I was here and my soulmate was not. "Memories" made it easy to talk to Steve, to acquaint him with all our dailies. For the longest time I tried to keep him current.
The movies numbed my pain, and the memories gave perspective, but in the end no one reached from the screen to dry my tears.
In my journal after Steve’s death I wrote about my compulsion to not only remember him, but to study the memory. I had to know what had made me feel more whole, for it could not be that I was here and my soulmate was not. "Memories" made it easy to talk to Steve, to acquaint him with all our dailies. For the longest time I tried to keep him current.
The movies numbed my pain, and the memories gave perspective, but in the end no one reached from the screen to dry my tears.
