Quotes About Memories

Granny had finished with dying, had died and was now dead – all very clear and distinct concepts in their minds. They were at ease with the finality. They know that the best memorial is a boxful of happy memories inside your head, and they know what a good death looks like.

The American counsellor Lois Tonkin reminds us that loss isn't something we 'get over', and it doesn't necessarily lessen, either. It remains at the core of us and we just expand our lives around it, burying it deeper from the surface. So with time it may become more distant, more compartmentalised and therefore easier to manage, but it does not go away.

The best memorial is a boxful of happy memories inside your head

dozing into her book, so I went into her room and pulled open the bottom drawer where she kept the old family album. Lots of pictures of Mom and me in there, because Dad was

We do not write the story of childhood with a dry-erase board, we write with a permanent Sharpie.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them." "I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly. "Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied.

Though weeks, even months, have at times gone by without contact, when we were separated by distance and occupied with busy lives and raising families, the thread of connection had continued true and deep, allowing us to pick up where we left off, as if there had been no time lost. Time had never been a part of the equation.

The most significant gifts are the ones most easily overlooked. Small, everyday blessings: woods, health, music, laughter, memories, books, family, friends, second chances, warm fireplaces, and all the footprints scattered throughout our days.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

The real story starts somewhere in the past. Chapter 5 First thing I do when I get home from

Bernard patted his arm and said, 'Hitesh, old flower, Christmas is exactly the same, it's you who have changed.

Hitesh, old flower, Christmas is exactly the same, it's you

We each need to make peace with our own memories. We have all done things that make us flinch.

The house was filled with Christmas joy and intoxicating expectations~ pies cooling on the window sill, mistletoe hugs and kisses, tree lights sparkling, music playing, screen door slamming with the coming and going of starry-eyed kids. Grandma had her boys, Mom had her brothers. And we had our two uncles to tease and play with. Everyone was happy.

The parting at Burnet was not a happy one.

I did not have the moments of so-called normal people during adolescence, like going out with friends, enjoying good times.

One of the most important times in my life was the first time that I remember seeing my daddy get onstage and play music with a bunch of guys. All of them playing something different at the same time and all becoming one, and me soaking that in at 5 years old and going, 'That's my daddy up there, and he's a part of something.'

Dr. Bronner's is the best. My mom had Dr. Bronner's around since I was a little kid, and I've used it in the shower as soap ever since.

I was a kid, and I remember my mother singing. She was also a radio soap opera actress, but my mother sang.

I was on the soap opera 'Days of our Lives.'

I used to listen to the soap operas with my grandmother.

My first memories are playing soccer for Carlingford Redbacks with my stepdad as the coach.

My dad had a soccer school that he used to run, the Mark Chamberlain Soccer Academy, I used to go to that for two years until the age of seven.