Losing someone always feels like a dream. They're in the photographs you put up on your shelves. You get on with your life. Dust gradually settles on the photo frames. Maybe you think of them less often now. Once in a while, you take a wet cloth to wipe the dust off the photo frames. And like the closet that led Lucy to Narnia, you're magically transported to a time and place where this person once existed.
Now you are sitting on the sofa, laughing. Your sister and aunt are playing Wii Sports, peddling the bike as fast as they can. She just came out of the shower and is now putting on some body lotion, gently chuckling at the comical scene in front of her. Put that scent in a little jar in the memory drawer of your mind. Missing someone who's already gone trains you to capture as much as you can about those who are still here. It's tiring and futile. You will never remember enough. But you can't help but try.
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April 2020
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