Mumories

Even if I don't or didn't remember, she was there. She was always there. And she is always and always will be there.

In the background, being mum, being my mum.

While reminiscing with a friend about an event a couple of years ago (seven to be exact now...), I was just reminded that mum was there. In the house where I lived, the same houSe that I recently helped to clean and clear out in preparation for my family's relocation.

She was there when my friend visited me. She met him there for the first time. But somehow I don't remember any of this. Somehow there was this lapse of memory, this disconnect and for a moment I couldn't picture mum in the picture and in those moments.

My friend said she went to get berries and prepared breakfast for us. She slept in the bedroom I used to sleep in (had the house been renovated yet? I don't think so...), I slept in the living room alone.

I remember what I did with my friends during that visit. But I don't recall mum or the things we did with mum. We must have walked in the forest behind our house. We must have gone to the rose garden close by. We must have walked on the beach together and watched the sun go down... But these memories have faded, as I dreaded, with time. A fleeting memory that will grow fainted with time and age.

"You wanna make a memory?
You wanna steal a piece of time?
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple lines"

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