My father is battling with an aggressive, fast-growing cancer. In only five months, he didn’t only lose weight, color, and energy but even his memory. Most of the times, he is helplessly disoriented. We are lucky enough to have few seconds or minutes when he can connect with us. How precious are good memories found … Continue reading “When Memory Fails”
My father is battling with an aggressive, fast-growing cancer. In only five months, he didn’t only lose weight, color, and energy but even his memory. Most of the times, he is helplessly disoriented. We are lucky enough to have few seconds or minutes when he can connect with us.
How precious are good memories found in our photo albums, collections of songs, and most of all the stories we keep in our hearts! We dig them and tell them again hoping it will help the person in suffering remember where he is from and what was he like before. But sometimes, we also do that for those who are beside him, for those who are going to be left behind.
I took the courage to pull some of his photos and put them together with one of his favorite songs. Looking at his photos when he was young a man, a husband, a father, a police officer, a son – I cannot help but feel proud, nostalgic, inspired, and strengthened watching glimpses of him when he was having the times of his life.
In moments like these, it’s always good to look back and from there draw courage and light. – ALC