Smile

Have you ever had the feeling when you see or hear something that reminds you of someone and you get really excited, but realize you can not tell them about it. Joy just rushes into you only to be stopped by a bolder of reality. Having memory is a beautiful thing. It sometimes hurts though. When a person dies it gives you comfort to remember the good times. It is quite peculiar how people react to memory in different ways. For me it hurts because those memories are memories. I will never be able to make memories with that person again. Those memories will not bring a person back. Those memories will only put a smile on my face that will dissolve after a few minutes into reality.

I want my memories to bring a smile that does not leave. I want to be able to remember the good times and the way everything ended while still wearing a smile. I want to feel a hope that I will have other memories to replace the ones that were broken. I want to smile even when memories end badly. Even if hurt follows memories, I want to say, “Thank you God, for giving me a rush.”

Waiting for a smile that will last,

Emily