Our memory is never lost. It merely slumbers for a time, until suddenly awakened by some new occasion. We thus mentally relive the past within our everyday lives, almost as if we are living two lives at the same time. An image, an object, a place, is enough to recall moments in our lives, whether good or bad.

In the same way my memory follows me, reminding me of the absence of a dearly beloved person. A memory that awakens within my ordinary life, and within it sleeps once more.