The Past Isn't Really Gone

The past is gone so the saying goes, but for me the past is just waiting to sneak up on me when I least expect it. Although, I was expecting to find some nostalgic goodies while sifting through the mountain of who-knows-what my mom had left to rot in storage, I never expected to find pictures of times I had completely forgotten. It's an odd feeling to see times that I have been completely forgotten about. It's almost like seeing yourself living someone else's life.

And it's sobering to look back at those moments and look at who I was back then. It was also a wake up call to see how my family used to spend time together just having fun, when it's so hard to get anyone together now. I seriously took all those times for granted. And now that my my dad and both grandmother's are gone, it leaves me with a undeniable feeling of regret for not making the most of that time. And it's a shame to think that I didn't even enjoy the time that I would now give so much to have again.

So for me the past isn't gone, it's a constant reminder that I had good times with my family but I didn't make the most of it. And now I so much enjoy the time I spend with my family, but everyone is so busy we rarely get together. It's too bad that it took so much time and the passing my father and grandmother's for me to realize how much spending time with my family really meant to me.