We traveled to Idaho for my mother in law's funeral. My sister in law gave a beautiful talk about her mother's life. We all gained more insight on how it must have been from her own perspective. See, my sis had spent five hours asking mom about her life before marriage when she saw her five months ago. From the doctor arriving in the buggy to deliver her to the days of writing service members at war, it was interesting.
I have often wondered why the first memories we have are the strongest.
Those memories tend to carry us through life- good or bad.
We have been married over 25 years.
I have some vivid memories:
- The births of my children (the first time I held them)
- Different places we visited or lived
- smells of certain places
- an occasional wisp through a visit home
What I don't remember is detail. Yet, I can remember things from my childhood- bad things- in great detail. Why is that?