Since I was a kid, I’ve always had a box, drawer, or folder that contained core memories. I feel a gravitational pull to that area of my room when I’m feeling sad or missing someone. Today, I opened the drawer and revisited many people and memories. My brother recently said, “just pressing delete on a person is so sad.” I couldn’t agree more and it’s the last thing I ever want to do. I never want it to come to that and I never really can. Even if situations change or communications halt, I can’t just erase a person from my mind or heart, even if it were easier or a better route to take out of self-protection.
So for now, I’ll visit that drawer and the people who are in it so I don’t erase them.