Memories are Forever
Have you ever remembered something that filled you with much joy? That’s how I feel when I remember the goods times that come out of the bad times. I always have to remember where there is something bad there is some thing very good that comes out of the bad, such as memories.
“The life given to us by nature is short but the memory of a life is eternal.” by Marcus Tullius Cicero.
This quote to me says my life is short-lived, but the people will remember me forever once they meet me, unless they choose to forget by purposely not telling memories that’s how memories die. I was ten and sadly my grandfather passed away from illness. It is now when I realized I had so much fun when he was around. Memories are what keep me happy, give me hope, and last forever.
I am not the first person to experience this feeling; many of my friends have gone through the same thing. I know I did when my first dog was hit by a car right in front of me. I couldn’t talk for hours. I was very sad. After a week or two, I started to realize I had a lot of good times. Losing her made me want another dog right away. I even went to the neighbors’ house and bought back one of her puppies hoping to have more good times. I will always remember my first dog as the best dog, because she gave me the best memories out of all my pets.
There is only one way to make memories last forever, and that is by telling other people those memories. People should keep making memories. I heard my old neighbor, who I met when I was 12 and he is now 19 and is serving in Iraq, had a friend that took his own life by throwing himself on a grenade so that my neighbor could live. His friend did it so he could live. That’s something to look back on and to know that he cared.
My mom will sometimes sit down and say, “Do you remember your grandfather?” I say, “Yes” with a smile on my face. I remember how he was the first person to show me how to shoot a gun, and we would spend hours working in the corn fields in Iowa. After a few flashbacks, I would repeat my answer, “Yes, I do remember.” I remember all the good times on the farm and in the old creek.” She would smile and nod her head and at that moment I think she was having flashbacks of her own, remembering back when she was a child. Memories of when she was playing with my grandfather, in this case her father.
Memories are the only type of happiness that last forever and memories only truly die when people choose for them to die, this I believe.
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