Many years ago, for Easter, my eldest son brought three roses to the ladies present for Easter dinner. They were blue! I really liked the blue rose very much and so it has become a part of my memory … in a bitter-sweet fashion since not long afterwards he and his wife separated. So now a happy memory has a sad tinge to it, which brings me to today’s theme:
An evolving memory
I want to reflect on how a memory or an action evolves and becomes part of our “history” in a pleasant but or an unpleasant way, like my blue rose; born in a sweet romantic gesture, now blue roses will forever mean separation for me:
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