Heavenletters

The dear writer tells me what I'd like to know about my willful consciousness. The writer wisely states:
" there seem to be matters that you cannot remember and matters that you cannot get out of your mind no matter what you do."
To consider our mind a parade is a happy way to view its way of marching into things which are around the corner, so to speak.
It reminds us to watch it from the very beginning and try to stay awake to the very end. But can it end? Gloria tells me that there is no end to life's parade. I like that idea but have trouble wrapping my mind around it at this age when every gimpy limp reminds me that the "end" is coming along much too fast to suit me.
This sweet writer asks so wisely: "Is there perhaps a way for you to rid yourself of the idea that any loved one of yours has disappeared?"
My response shouts back: "I'll really try, but so far every picture, every memory of us playing at some gentle game undoes that special ridding of the idea that my Darling has disappeared." It seems to me and my awareness that she is no more. What a lie!
How nice that now the memories of her do not cause pain, some tears occasionally, but not the pain I had grown to know. This writer takes me to a freedom we are born to live in. So......A warm and loving thank you.
George, nostalgic and thoughtful