Since it appears my memory papers are interesting to my readers, I’ll continue with them. Often I’m unable to sleep because when my memories flood my consciousness, they are so clear that I learn some things that I was unaware of at the time. These recollections are so vivid that I am there for all intents and purposes.
Today, I’m only present. That is, I spend no time worrying about what was and will be. So, when these nocturnal memories occur, I succumb to them as I rest under the covers in our very comfortable bed. These memories take over entirely, and (I think) they appear clear and defined in ways that would have been impossible during the time the event occurred. I think I know why because in those moments, I simultaneously had my hands, feet, and head in so many things that clarity wasn’t possible.
Furthermore, memories of my family and certain others are etched in my bones. My eighteen years with family were a lifetime and did much to shape who I was and who I became. Yet, other events and key players also played an enormous role in my life.
The one year I spent with the three Japanese prisoners of war. The few hours with the captain of our company on Okinawa. The experience of sharing time and dialogue with my excellent Inner Circle and other staff members at my many programs. These and other events, when present as memories I have while trying to sleep, are as sharp as if they had happened only hours ago. Plainly, my mind and memories continue to work well. At my age, I am thankful for this opportunity to take advantage of this mental and emotional gift,
Haiku: Aging is a fact—-Do not run away from it—-Helpless, in any case.