Forget me not.

May 28 (1 of 1)

The WordPress Photo Challenge theme this week is evanescent, defined as something “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence.” I thought about the many directions in which this could go before settling on memory itself: slippery, fleeting, but a holder of great power.

We filter – sometimes inexplicably – the data that stays with us. It’s absurd that I can remember the inane lyrics to jingles from 1980s TV commercials, but the name of a person I’ve just met immediately vanishes into some sort of mnemonic black hole in my brain.

Our memories aren’t always clearly defined or fixed. More often, they’re stretchy and pliable; they’re coloured by perspective and frayed by time. We equate our own memories with truth – the truth? our truth? – but we have to be wary that they’re inevitably tied to our gamut of emotions and biases.

Despite the complexity and sometimes fickle nature of our memories, there can be no doubt that they help shape our most intimate personal connections, that they’re among the ingredients with which our values and behaviours and relationships are formed. Intentionally or not, our memories continually teach us and play a hand in guiding our choices.

And even when the details of a memory have been dulled or altered by time or circumstance, the complex emotions associated with it will linger, ingrained. A quote often attributed to Maya Angelou (but not verified) states: “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

If you’ve been touched by the experience of a loved one with an illness like dementia or a brain injury, you can begin to understand the heartbreak of witnessing progressive memory loss. For those afflicted, short-term memories are fleeting and can evaporate within moments. Long-term memories can become distorted or even completely fabricated. Personality and mood can shift and waver unpredictably. Caregivers and loved ones often experience confusion, helplessness and the pain of what seems like a prolonged and incremental state of grief.

For today’s post, then, I chose a photo I made of this tiny spring bloom. The “forget-me-not” as a symbol for those struggling with memory loss seems like rather cruel irony. But ultimately, it represents something deeper, wider: connection and loyalty and remembrance; a delicate reminder of love never lost, despite separation by time, or by space, or even by a memory-stealing illness.

However complicated or messy it may be… love remains.

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14 thoughts on “Forget me not.

  1. I had two thoughts reading your thoughtful post.

    1. A rather long time ago I was reading Oscar Wilde: …”and he looked at him with his forget-me-not eyes.” (quoted from memory) I underlined it in the book and thought how great English is in making such on-the-spot adjectives. Only much later I learned what a forget-me-not is. In Slovenian we call it “spominčica” which can be translated as a memoryette.

    2. When my grandmother was in her home for the elderly, we visited her quite often and she explained to us how she was feeding little animals that visited her through the ventilation holes in the door, about mysterious children next door who needed her care, and similar non-events that her memory was making up. One day she told us that she had just returned from a town about an hour away where she spent many happy days when young. We humoured her, listened, asked how it was. Only as we were leaving a nurse informed us that she had indeed been in that town that day since they took her there to visit a dentist.

    Memory… always such fun to be had with it. As long as we can.

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    • Thanks so much for sharing these! As for the translation, I actually much prefer the name “memoryette” 🙂

      Ah yes, memory is a weird and wondrous thing. In these situations, after a while we’re not sure what’s “true” anymore… and we learn to realize that it really doesn’t matter.

      Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read and comment.

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    • These beauties don’t tend to last too long here either…. and perhaps that, too, is a reminder that all life is fleeting by nature. Thanks for your kind comments!

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  2. My absolute all-time favourite line: ” But ultimately, it represents something deeper, wider: connection and loyalty and remembrance; a delicate reminder of love never lost, despite separation by time, or by space, or even by a memory-stealing illness.” Alzheimer’s disease runs in my family and teaches me every single day how important it is to grab on to all of the sweeter memories and never let them go. Thanks for sharing your beautiful forget-me-not; God bless.

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