PERSONAL ESSAY
How Death Heightens All Memories and Dissolves All Painful Recollections
She had acquired only delight from the perusal of the years together
When the despair of death eats into your soul, the only consolation left is to live in a fool’s paradise of happy memories.
Time is a perfect filter. It clears the memory of emotions suffered through.
My father was aggressively cheerful and terribly charismatic. He began every conversation with passion and ended it in an obsession. Women always had conceived for him a dog-like adoration. My mother accepted it rebelliously, but it caused her pain. She looked upon it as a cross that her shoulders were strong enough to bear. And only after his accidental death ten years ago, the memory of his loving nature became a source of happiness to her instead of misery.
With my father passing away, my mother’s life altered. It became calm as a river without the cascades and waterfalls, the eddies, whirlpools, and rocks, which my father had always created. She had time in abundance to reflect and remember. She had time in profusion to cry. But her tears were partly…
