Distant Memory

There was an event that happened in my life several years ago that really shook me to my core. Through the passing time, the wound healed and I can genuinely say that what’s done is done. I have forgiven the people I needed to forgive, and I have accepted the facts for what they are. In the recent days, I realized that although I have forgiven the people, I have never really discussed what happened with them. I guess a part of me felt that it wasn’t necessary anymore since I finally got over that giant mountain. I buried that memory with my old self, and it has become just a distant memory. Sometimes I find myself still thinking about that time, but in a different light. This time around, I considered all the people and all the factors that played a part in this tragic episode of my life.

Learning to let go the past was an intensive and grueling process. But now I am starting to think that perhaps, the other people who were involved haven’t gotten over it and my distant memory still rings true in their lives. Over the summer, I came close to unwrapping the unresolved discussion with a friend about what had happened. Just when it felt like we were getting somewhere, the conversation quickly died and we moved onto other things. See the way I look at it, because I have come into terms with the situation, it is no longer something that I need to approach the others about. I have never shared my side of the story, so the people didn’t know that their actions caused so much hurt within me; and even though they have never apologized (well, because they didn’t know!), I have already forgiven the past. What is finally hitting me is that I never knew for sure how the incident impacted the lives of the others involved. Maybe to this day, they still lie awake in bed thinking about it, who knows.

I feel like I have one last duty to perform before I can really put this incident away on that box resting on my bottom shelf. I know I feel like I’m over it. And truthfully, I really am. But maybe what’s left to do now, is to help the others get over it.

Published by samanthamelodyu

Born in LA, grew up in Taichung, but currently loving and residing in NYC and the East coast. US born immigrant "Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."

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