Good morning! I hope everyone is doing well. At least, okay and hanging in there.
Big sigh, right?
It’s been awhile but I plan to take pen to paper more often. In reality, more like fingers to a keyboard.
I watched an episode from a series recently. Wasn’t crazy about it. But I am just one person with my own opinion.
I was, however, fascinated with the premise of this particular vignette. I’m not sharing the name or actress because you might want to give it a go and I do not want to sully your thoughts.
A woman, whose Mom has Alzheimer’s, peruses through the old family photo albums.
Who hasn’t done that when visiting our parents? Poking through boxes of photos, sitting on beds or sofas, in our childhood homes. Asking, “Who is this?” Or “How cute!” Maybe, “Remember that day?”
This daughter removes photos from the plastic sleeves.
Then she eats them.
And instantly a memory is evoked. She is transported back to the moment each photograph was taken. Brilliant.
Imagine if we could actually relive or feel transported to a different time? When things were carefree. Or so fun and special. When loved ones were still present.
I have my memories (although murkiness does set in the older I become) but I’d gobble photographs up, in a second, to truly feel cherished moments from the past.
We could also take the opportunity to gnaw on the “not so carefree’ photographs. To remind us of the things we don’t want to feel or repeat. And learn from them.
I wish you all a weekend of cherishable moments.
Just Being Mary 