I have been in a long distance relationship for close to six months. The difficulties this relationship presents is many. My boyfriend and I talk every night, but sometimes that isn’t enough. I often find myself questioning why I’m in this situation. The only thing that I get support from is the memories my boyfriend and I made over the summer. I am forced to lean on the past.
I guess one can say I believe in memories. When something goes wrong I look to the memories of a good time in my life, memories of yesterday.
Memories helped build who I am today. I learn from mistakes I have made in the past so I can better my choices. I believe in making the best of every situation, so that I have great memories to look back on. When I find myself having an off day, I think back to a good time in my life, like my camp memories or learning how to ski, and they help make
my day better. So, memories influence every decision I have and will ever make.
The only bad thing about memories is most of them fade with time. What I really believe in, are those minor, not life changing memories that I know I’ll remember forever.
My grandfather was diagnosed with parkinson’s disease and alzheimers five years ago. At the time I was ten and did not know the effects of these illnesses, I did not really care. I did not have a chance ot make many meaningful memories with him because he lives in New York.
This summer, I went to visit my grandpa for the first time in two years. He was very sick. He didn’t recognize his own son or wife. When
I walked in the room and grabbed my grandpa’s hand, he smiled and mummbled the word Emily. Even though he forgot who I was the next second, I made an everlasting memory with him.
That is probably the last time I will see my grandpa before he dies, but that is okay. I will always have that memory to fall back on. My perfect yesterday.
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