When the memory strikes you

I was reminiscing about the fun we would always have together as children, I remember when I fell off my roller skates or my pogo stick you were always there to help cushion the fall. You always had my back, and I loved the way we did everything together. When we walked to school, we would laugh and sing all the way. Well, I did you were always quiet unless I had baked beans for breakfast then you had plenty to say.I guess you probably thought I didn’t really care about you, but you would be wrong, I did care. I realise now that I took you for granted. I always thought we would be together forever.

As an adult I always loved you, I could not imagine my life without you in it. We were inseparable; we dined together I remember when I ate some dodgy seafood and spent three days in bed, you were there with me, and it certainly felt like you were suffering as much as I was.

I remember when I bought you your first pair of white Levi jeans, you looked beautiful in them. I noticed any clothes that we shared were always enhanced by your perky attitude. The sad thing is I don’t have many photos of us together; selfies were not the “thing” back then. I remember our gym sessions when we were finished we would always jump in the shower together never caring who saw us, we had no shame.

Sadly, our carefree attitude became more guarded as we got older, things changed, and gravity took hold. That was when I first saw the signs that you were unhappy and I worked so very hard at trying to keep you uplifted, but sadly life got in the way, and I became preoccupied, and you started to slip away from me. I tried so very hard to help you regain your perky attitude, but nothing seemed to help. I was devastated at the mere thought of you not being in my life, but why wait until I am 64 years old then vanish without a trace? How am I supposed to cope? The heartache I have felt from your disappearance has consumed me, it has also come with immense pain, especially when I sit on a hard surface because there is no more padding, that’s when it hits me My Bum Is Gone and that Pisses Me Off!

Have you had a moment like Christine?

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