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Remembering the Moments
"We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten," said Cesare Pavese.
I've been transported back to those moments and those memories. A wellspring of emotions has been released.
You see, my mother sold our house. I say "ours" because it was our house. Mom, Dad, and their three girls, including me lived there. It was home. Through good times and yes, even bad times, we stuck together. We were family.
It was our third home. The first, was living with grandparents for several years (family is king in my Greek background), the second was a duplex with my aunt and uncle in the other half (family again). Our third home was ours alone.
Fifty years of memories are in that house. Grandparents, grandchildren, friends, relatives, neighbors included. They all went through the revolving door over time.
While cleaning out fifty years of stuff, Mom came across old movies of the clan. They are now reproduced on a DVD and the moments are being remembered and I'm right in the middle of them.
Emotional! I'm a baby, cradled by my parents and grandparents and showered with kisses. I'm at a family gathering (there were tons of those) and who are all those people? My goodness, they are so young! My parents, so young themselves. I see my Dad with the four women who meant the world to him. I'm at my birthday party with my kindergarten classmates (I remember them all), at the beach with my parents and my sisters, bobbing up and down in the ocean. I see my mother's father, who died when I was very young, holding me in his arms. I see my parents visiting my father's birthplace and his relatives in a tiny village inGreece(I did have the opportunity to visit there also). I see so much more.
Many of the people in the DVD are no longer with us. Tears of joy and sadness are shed as I reminisce. They are not forgotten.
With gratitude, I remember the people and the moments and appreciate their impact on the richness of my life and who I am as a person.
Those are some of my moments. What moments do you remember?
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