For the past several weeks I have read the book of “You’ve >Reached Sam” The book has many quotes then remind me a lot of when I was back home, of missing memories and people and bringing the feeling of nostalgia.
“I listen to the message again. I listen to it on the way home, and several more times before I fall asleep. I listen to it the next morning when Mika comes over and I replay it for her. I listen to it again that night and the day after that. I listen to it on the days I miss Sam most and want to hear his voice again. I listen to his voice mail until I have it memorized, and I don’t need to play it anymore.”
I often find myself revisiting my own experiences and memories. I recall moments that have shaped me, like the melodies of a favorite song that refuse to fade away. They’re the stories I’ve replayed in my mind countless times, etching themselves into my very being.
As the days pass, my own memories become my refuge, especially during times of longing or nostalgia. They are the cherished moments that bring comfort when I miss the people and places I hold dear. Just as with that messages or voicemails, I have them memorized, etched into my heart.
In the end, like the enduring presence of those memories, my experiences and the people who have touched my life remain a part of me. They shape the person I’ve become, and their echoes resound in the way I live and love, in the way I connect with the world around me.