Earlier today, a friend who knew my heart dog mentioned that he misses her. He had come across a photo* of her, and it reminded him of good times they had spent together.
I broke down in tears.
She died over a decade ago. I’ve had four dogs since. I don’t think of her very often these days. But, clearly, there’s still a very special space in my heart for her.
And why shouldn’t there be?
I’m sure there’s a way to measure this neuro-biologically, but I already know from personal experience: The part of us that loves doesn’t forget – even as the ongoing expression of that love ends and that time recedes into the past.
To me, love and connection are forms of energy. And - as some physicist or another could explain – energy is never destroyed. Its expression can change, but it never goes away.
So, when you get an unexpected reminder of someone or something that has left your life – whether your response is tears or joy – that’s a celebration of the love you’ve shared. An honoring of the connection that was created between you, that still exists.
May that never leave you. May your sudden intake of breath or heart’s pang when their name is brought up remind you of what you had together. May that be a comfort to you.
P.S. Please forgive the pixelated photo. You know what digital cameras were like ten years ago!