The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have. ~Robert Brault
I hate it when people get stuck in the past, unable to move forward with their lives, unable to let go of the things they enjoyed when they were little.
I know people who constantly talk about things that have happened. To a point where it's no longer fun to reminisce any more. It's a chore to listen to the stories you once shared with them, the good times you once had.
However, memories -- my memories are really important to me and something that I feel should be important to everyone. People just need to not be afraid to make new ones.
I had a dream last night, that I was talking to my Granda, my Granda is dead now, but before he died he'd been ill for a long time. He had Huntington's, because of this, his speech was never great and towards the end was almost non existant. However, in the dream, although still having Huntington's, he could still talk coherently.
I'm not sure how the subject came up, but we were talking about something that had happened in his life and he started talking about it. I asked him some other questions and he started answering them, until a point where I told him I was going to write them down, and so I did. I went and got my laptop and started asking him more questions. Noting down the answers he gave. The idea that I was documenting his life both for his sake and my own was a good feeling. The fact that these memories were being shared and could be shared again.
I woke up though...
