The only truly immortal thing that we have of another person is our memory of them. We may forget, they may forget. So treasure the present. Don’t hang onto the past, grasp the present. The future isn’t here yet, but you’re already despairing.
My great-grandmother, the one time I saw her before she left my family forever, did not know me. I had thought she was gone. My mother had been ashamed to let me know her, fearing it will be her turn. Don’t be ashamed of what you have now.
A comment from the Before We Forget exhibition guestbook.