sometimes the past vil suprise you with pleasants gifts, making you remember things that will put a smile on your lips. other time the past sneaks up on you, and smack you in the back of your head. there are so many things i have forgotten. forgotten, but not truly erased. all these memories need are some kind of ignition, and then they will flow back, and overwhelm me with their complexity and substance. i never thought about her, or of course i did, but a long time ago. she was a forgotten one, and when someone asked me about her, i would not care. time had made me indifferent - or so i thought.

but then, in the paper, they announced that she was dead. suddenly, suprisingly, gone. the funeral had already been, and now there are nothing left. except my memories of her. when i first was told, i thought i didn't care. i made the appropriate sounds of sadness, but i didn't feel it. i did it because it was expected of me. but then, slowly, i talked her back to life, the memories started to come trickling back. and i remembered. and in all those forgotten memories i found a suprisingly amount of tiny recollections that brought a smile to my lips. and the memories did not stop, they are still flowing, and with the visual ones came the ones with sound, with smell, with touch. I thought she was long forgotten, but she wasn't, she was just below the surface, waiting to come out. and now she has, but she is gone.

i knew her all my life, and the world is a emptier place without her...