| When I think of the times I have had, I think of the all the times that I cherish the most out of life. I think of all my friends, my family, and all the people that I am yet to meet in life. I think of all the walks that I have taken in parks to walk along the ponds to look at the animals run through the grass and swim in the pond. I think of the friends that have passed on and cherish the moments that I had with them.. I remember all the laughter from the jokes that were told. I remember sitting and talking about marriage, children, and the future of my life with them. But most of all, I remember their friendship and love as friends. I remember walking down the road with a friend with the snow falling. I remember the memory of playing in the snow and it was so joyous. I remember the touch of a friend's hand across my face to show me they care. I remember the embrace a friend gave me while I was sad and heart broken. I remember the times that once made me happy and overjoyed. I remember when I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I remember such love that is given to me. I remember when someone offered to be my partner forever in life. Only now that love has gotten so great that nothing can compare to words. There were part of my greatest memories through time. Then I think of the heartaches I have had. I try to push them behind me to never remember them again, but sometimes it is hard. I remember when friends have gone onto the lovely heavens above to never hurt again. I remember family heading off to the same place. I have this sad feeling every time I think of my stepfather. Sometimes I just sit and wonder how could he be gone. It wasn't time for him to go from my point of view. Of course with time if gets easier or at least I would like to think so. Such sad memories hurt you so much but it is a lesson to be learned. Thinking of times takes a lot out of you since you remember so much. One day I hope to go back in time again and hopefully be able to add a lot of more of the happy times in my life. Written by Nancy Latshaw January 18, 2003 |
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