DO WE REALLY FORGET?

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 Today marks another anniversary of my brother's transition to glory. It's been 28 years since he left, but the memories....

It is just like the event happened yesterday, I can still vividly remember everything that transpired. This brings me to the core of human existence. Family, love, attachment, loss etc.

Do we really forget the ones we have lost? Now, I am not even about the ones we lost to death only. How about relationships that somehow did not work out? How about marriages that crashed because of one thing or another? How about friendships that fizzled out? 

Do we really forget people we were once ''in love'' with?

I strongly believe we won't forget people we loved genuinely, love borne out of sincerity. Even when they die or things do not work out as planned, time helps to ease up the feelings and clean up our thoughts. Most times when a loved one passes, we end up carrying the feelings with us in different forms. 

It is very hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.

I don't remember you again in sadness.

I don't remember in tears.

I remember the fun times, when you run down the passage screaming.

I remember the day you slept off with clothes stuffed in your tummy like a pregnant woman.

I remember your smile when we drop you off in school. 

I remember how you try to be strong even when in serious pains.

I remember how you really wanted to LIVE.

Rest easy my champion.

Will always love you.

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