The cruelest thing you can do to a beautiful memory is to make it tedious, and yet so many of us can’t resist. We reappear at odd intervals in messages that hang as loose threads. We write the long email, we send the late night text. We force the reunion that ends in awkward silences and rehearsed updates, all because we can’t bear to accept that it’s over.
This is probably one of the hardest things to consider and then do. We tend to cling to that which we have had as goodness in the past even when it has disappeared. There is a saying that mentions someone is dead but you have not had the funeral yet.
I know I’ve spent far too long keeping lists of people whose lists I had long dropped off…which is heartbreaking. And I think it breaks your heart all over again, every time you think about it.