Yesterday, Cathy and I were forced to remember the worst day of our lives. I realize that is such a cliche but I'll stand by the fact that having your 10-month-old get hit in the eye with a golf ball was the worst day of my life. Honestly, it's something I think about everyday but generally I don't get asked questions about it. Questions coming from all different angles, trying to get me to say something which would indicate a failure of me as a parent.
I was reading an essay by Jonathan Franzen about his father's struggle with Alzheimer's and he mentioned how the more times you remember something, the deeper it gets burned into your brain so then you'll be able to remember it again and again.
That seems fine for great memories, things like the birth of your children, your wedding day or anything else which brings a smile to your face. But what about the bad memories that you can't help thinking about? I wish there was a way that allowed me to undo all that burning so that March 16, 2002 wasn't always so fresh in my mind.
Posted by Josh at August 1, 2003 07:44 AM | TrackBack