Tomorrow, my mom is moving to a new town and into a much smaller house. She is very excited, but at the same time I see a hint of sadness in her eyes. It has taken a long time to pack as every item she picks up is filled with history and she wants to tell us the story before it goes into a box.
What I am discovering is that we remember past events very differently. She will say, “Remember when…?” and tell a story. I do remember most of them, but the details are different for me. It makes me wonder which version of the story is right. My mom has trouble with short-term memory, but her long-term is still firmly in place. Am I the one who has the facts mixed up? Or is it just that we are remembering from different perspectives that makes the stories so different? How many fond memories do I have that are not true memories, but a combination of fact and fiction?
Lovely music laced with lies
My soul is exposed