Capturing memories

There’s a big country park across the road from our home. An interesting place with forest areas and ponds and hill. There’s a newly rebuilt visitor centre although it’s not open yet. T

Next to that vacant space, there is a small children’s playground.

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I walked by it the other day. It didn’t look as appealing as it did before, due to the hot dry summer and the parched ground, but the equipment is still there.

As I passed by, a memory came to me that was frustratingly incomplete. Did I remember talking with Catherine about how nice it would be, when she had children, to bring them here? Catherine had visited us a few times in the year since we had moved into the area – the year before she died. So we might have had that conversation.

Or was it Catherine who had said it herself?

Or, is it something I’ve thought about over the years of walking in the park?

I absolutely cannot say for sure. I have no way of being certain. I suppose it doesn’t matter too much; remembering will not change the reality that Catherine will never visit the park again, and she had no children before her death, so they will not be visiting either.

Preserving memories

We might think we will never forget the conversations and everything that was important about our loved one, but time does muddle up our thoughts, and what we expected would always be clear can become hazy.

My conclusion from this is that it’s an important part of grief work to actively preserve memories.

Not just organising photos, but captioning them.

Writing down the little things that come to us. The conversations that were important.

Making a scrap book of important words and moments.

It can be very difficult and very painful, but in the long run we may well be glad that we worked on this.

Some more ideas for preserving memories:

Great ideas in this free-to-download Handbook by The Compassionate Friends

Memory treasures: Photos

Digital memorials

A beautiful article about remembering children in birdsong (external link)

About this story:

For 19 captivating seconds, Abigail Harvey’s family listen intently to the song of a robin. They’re sitting in the sunshine of the memorial garden at the hospice where Abigail spent many happy hours.

Ty Hafan’s children’s hospice, just along the coast from Barry Island in south Wales, holds a special place in their hearts. And now, as part of a remarkable new sound installation, the names of more than 300 children who were cared for there will be celebrated in the form of birdsong. (Continued here)

A poem about remembering

Remembering You

Author unknown

We will be remembering you when the
Flowers bloom in early spring.
We will be remembering you in the fall
As we walk through the leaves of gold.
We will be remembering you on sunny hot days,
And in the depth of winters snow.
But most of all,
We will remember you
Each day right from the start,
And we know that you will be
Forever near
For you live within our hearts.

A walk through the park with Catherine, November 2009, while we were still looking into moving into our present home

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