The blurry line of memories
9/6/2010 5:24:45 PM
It's easy to get swept away into the negative memories. It's harder to say, "there were some really good times." There is a blurry line between denial and saying it was all good, too. Finding the balance is key. When I am around my 3 grown-up kids, it forces me to be positive, but also honest about their dad. They lived in the chaos, too. We don't talk about the chaos very often, mainly we choose to remember the good times. The other day, Steven saw a picture of John where he was fixing a hose on the faucet and was drenched. He had a very intense look on his face, but also that familiar look of being wasted. Steve didn't know the origin of the picture, or what it meant. I told him that we were at Grandma's and the faucet was on and the hose started spraying straight up at the ceiling like a gyser.
John got soaked as he tried to reattach the handle of the hose instead of just turning off the faucet. John's niece took the picture, thinking it was funny. When I told Steve the story, he just hummed, oh. There is the blur. Do we laugh because it was funny, or does it make us sad to see that 'wasted' look, and what state of mind he was in at the time. It is bitter-sweet.


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