Sunday, July 7, 2013

Pensieve

I was watching Harry Potter Deathly Hallows part 2 the other day and I was near the end of the movie when I found myself wishing for something in the movie.  Near the end of the movie Prof. Snape (who is previously made out to be a bad guy) is dying and as he is in his last moments he cries and tells Harry to take his tears to the pensieve.  This pensieve is a magical device where a person can store memories for future viewing, Snape's tears contained memories that he wanted Harry to see.

I wish I had a pensieve.  That way, every time I cry over a memory, good or bad, of my precious 26 months with Ethne I could bottle my tears so I could store my memories and view them whenever I want or need to.  I can write down memories all I want, but they just don't capture moments the same way that watching them over would.  I have videos, but even those don't capture every memory.  I wish I had, but that's why a pensieve would be so good, I could capture everything, every moment, every memory, and save it for future reference.  I would watch every sleepless night of the early weeks, while I rocked and held my brand new baby girl.  I would watch as she ran around with her uncle Gabe and played peek-a-boo with him.  I would watch her discover the joy of splashing water in the bath.  I would watch as she played dress ups, bringing me outfit ofter outfit to help her change.  I would watch as she and Samantha played in the front seat of the cart at Sam's club while Grandpa Stone pushed them through the store.  I would watch every moment over and over, but it still wouldn't be the same.

I would see ghosts of the past.  I might experience some of the same feelings and emotions, but there would be none of the physical interaction.  I wouldn't get to feel the sweet hugs I long for.  I wouldn't get to issue the tickles that elicited happy giggles.  So, while I think a pensieve would be great, it wouldn't compare to the real thing.  I wait for the day when I will get the real thing, when I will be greeted with the biggest, sweetest hug any mommy has ever known, when I will get to tickle her until she wets her pants.  I pray that the day when I get to have these experiences again will come quickly.

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