Every so often I’m reminded that I’ve lived many lives within this one I’m still living and such was the case the other day when we went to Costco.
You may remember this evocative postI wrote about an old restaurant I frequented with friends in my working days. I described my companions in that post and my memories of our many lunches together there.
So today I saw a sign on the property: it’s about to be redeveloped. The ruins of the old Coleman Still will soon be rendered to dust, leaving only my memories. Oh, I can picture the dark interior now, and know exactly where the salad bar was.
Also rendered to dust in the two years since I wrote that post was one of my lunch companions there, my ex-husband Bob, who died a little more than a year after I posted. Here’swhat I wrote about him at the time.
And the other week I wrote about something else that’s now gone: My Walgreen’s is now empty. Brown paper covers the windows, but in my mind I can walk the entire store and know where every little thing was. It exists for me now only in memory.
The house I grew up in? Same thing.
So many things are left to memory now. An increasing number of things.
It’s inescapable.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it’s the way of all things.
All creatures.
And all people.
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It always makes me sad when I see familiar landmarks torn down. The most difficult was the old pub where I met my husband on a blind date! They turned the space into a parking lot.
Coincidentally, my husband and I were exercise walking in our local enclosed mall this morning, and thinking back to businesses that were once in there. If you were last in that mall in 2018, you would barely recognize it now. Change, truly, is a constant.
Ah…. the poignancy of life. Its inescapable. I look at my twenty-something self now and she seems like a creature from a different lifetime. So much still to learn.
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It’s good we have our memories.
Walking down memory lane is wonderful. and sad.
It always makes me sad when I see familiar landmarks torn down. The most difficult was the old pub where I met my husband on a blind date! They turned the space into a parking lot.
I’ll bet you think of that day every time you pass the lot.
Coincidentally, my husband and I were exercise walking in our local enclosed mall this morning, and thinking back to businesses that were once in there. If you were last in that mall in 2018, you would barely recognize it now. Change, truly, is a constant.
Yes, it’s a universal, isn’t it?
Lovely post! and so true…I tend to live a lot within my memories!
I find great comfort in it, to be honest.
Here’s to the memories.
Yes, for sure. Here’s to the memories.
Ah…. the poignancy of life. Its inescapable. I look at my twenty-something self now and she seems like a creature from a different lifetime. So much still to learn.
There sure is. Always.