Monday, 29 October 2012


When Dad was in having his heart surgery there was what now seems like an enormous amount of time where we just had to wait.

Mom and I went for a walk around Granville Island (we'd decided to stay in a hotel there) while my brother tried to nap in the room.

While we both tried to distract ourselves (game of Scrabble? talk about... something?) I took the occasional photo or two, one of a park bench next to the one we were sitting on, and one of two crows that landed on that same bench a bit later.  Another of a heron standing in the silver water at dusk.

I remember thinking to myself at the time that even when things were awful, there was still beauty in the world, that life was still good.

What I didn't expect, however, is that now, a year and a half later, whenever those photos pop up on my screensaver or background, I'm taken right back to that moment; the waiting, the wondering, the fear.

I often look at photos from when I was a child and wonder if I'm remembering the moment or remembering the photo and making up the moment around it.

Part of me thinks I may have to take these photos out of rotation, to stop bringing it all up again, but maybe not.  Maybe it's just a matter of tricking my memory into remembering that everything's ok now and that I managed to find beauty in a difficult time.

I suppose you could say I "found love in a hopeless place"

2 Irish Boys Sing We Found Love!


Blogger Tom Natt said...

Some of my absolute favourite songs are irrevocably linked to memories in my brain. Although I don't want to forget those memories, I really wish I could disconnect them from the music - I really like those songs and I find it hard to listen to them now without all sorts of emotions coming back. Consequently I don't listen to them as much as I'd like.

Monday, October 29, 2012 9:23:00 am  
Anonymous michelle said...

About 4 years ago I got some less than great medical news while I was at work. I vaguely remember the conversation but I remember that I was looking at the dogwood tree across the street (I was sitting on the steps of the building) and right after I got the news I remember thinking, "that tree is exactly the same as it was 2 minutes ago, but some how this news has changed me" It felt significant, and now years later when I see that tree I remember the feeling.

I believe that photos, music, images, smells, they are all profound parts of our memory and our memory is what makes us who we are with our history.

I vote to leave the images in the rotation. ;-)

Monday, October 29, 2012 3:16:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

I know what you mean Tom, totally.

Good point, Michelle... I'll leave them in :)

Monday, October 29, 2012 5:25:00 pm  

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