For What It's Worth
What’s worth remembering, and then forgetting?
You say your demented mother no longer remembers your father, yet you notice how her face softens when she hears stories about him. Every day you drive to work on a road called Victory Parkway. But no one seems to remember the victory it commemorates. You usually recall names you need to know, where you left your keys, significant dates, what others will forget, a childhood wound, your favorite recipe, the steep price you paid to get where you are. Some will call you lucky if you can let go and forget all of the worthless things, especially your resentments. But rest assured, knowing there are also as many things well worth remembering as there are to forget.
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