People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
24 Mar2017
A Memory
I have been thinking of some of my seemingly insignificant memories. One comes in mind , my cousin who was had lung cancer was hospitalized back in the early nineties and later died. I was visiting her every day until her death and we had so many soul searching talks but the one thing that stands out is she said one day ” do you make your bed every day?” I said of course I could not leave the house without making my bed. She said,” I feel the same way”.
Now here we are in 2017 and so many times when I make my bed that conversation comes to my mind.
After all these years I still wonder why that conversation is so cemented in my head. I will continue to think of the answer because I feel the reason I think about it so often is the significance of the talk…..