Sunday Snippets #5-- Sometimes Goodbye Is The Only Way To Say Hello

"We call an unforgettable love like that memories."

Way back when I wore side pony tails and a pair of shiny black shoes to elementary school I remember a time when my then best friend and I found a rabbit. Oh how I loved rabbit, I named him Rabbit too. Rabbit was so tiny and perfectly cream in color. And one day Rabbit did what rabbits do; rabbit hopped. Rabbit hopped, and hopped, and hopped. Me and Chereen chased, and chased, and chased. But, we never caught rabbit again.

I didn’t cry like Chereen did because, my mother said that Rabbit hopped to freedom and that as long as I loved Rabbit I would have Rabbit. She said, “We call an unforgettable love like that, memories.” Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. Isn’t that crazy to think that we have a way of forever holding onto a piece of person, a place, an event, or an object just because we want to, just because we care? So now when memories of anyone or anything creep up on me I do not pout, I smile, because I have a piece of it, I have Rabbit.


Ben said...

Wow. This was a fabulous post and rather well timed to recent events in my life. Thank you so much!

ModestJustice said...

Definitely keeping this in mind throughout the week.
Great post

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controlled chaos said...

haha sorry i'm the deleted comment.

What I said was 'I wish I had rabbit'

MarjnHomer said...

wow that is so true. thnx. :-) How Allah has made a miracle of memory. Even when a person passes away he/she is still with us in our memories.

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