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I remember when I was little, walking in my Aunt.Ireneís garden. She was elder, yet still so beautiful and delicate. The kindest woman Iíve met. I remember the statue of the little boy, hidden behind bushes. It was like a lost treasure, my little secret.
Soon, she died. Her age took her away. As we fixed the house for selling, the bushes were cut and my secret exposed. I felt sad and it made me realize that she was dead and never to be seen by my young eyes again. I would no longer sit on the brick around the stone boy. He was gone, lost in my memories. As I sit I wonder how much longer will I remember the statue that ment so much. How much longer will I remember her scent? How much longer will I remember the music that was always playing on the kitchen radio? And how long will I remember her soft face surrounded by pink lace on her funeral day? The light glowed on her face and she looked like she was just sleeping, but really she was never to return to me.
In my room I have a glass chime she gave me. Itís chimeing for me. If it were to ever break my heart would break with it. Itís been three years since she died, but I still cry, wondering why I canít remember her voice. The boy haunts my dreams now. He is never to fade. Why does remembering bring so much pain? Why canít I stop crying? Why canít I shake the pain away? Maybe I will some day forget the pain and move on. But until then I suffer in scilence.


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"Dream the crow black dream."


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The following comments are for "The Art of Remembering"
by AbbyNormal

*Hugs*
It is never easy, losing someone you love. The pain of it never seems to subside, which sometimes makes it a weapon that can mutilate us and turn us into something twisted and broken. Or, if we learn how to use it, take it hand, it can become a tool that carves away the unneccessary lines of our being, and hones us into a better picture all around. Don't deny yourself the pain or impact that Aunt Irene had on your life. She obviously was someone special to you, and forgetting the pain could also result in forgetting the joy. Just my opinion, and boy howdy, i'm definitly opinionated. Good luck to you.

( Posted by: MzJen1 [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )





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