What is the one memory you'd like to take with you when you die?
the memories of loving and being loved
the face of my killer.
They said I was unique....
Well, I'd like to take 'em all, but if I can't, then I'd want to take the memory of how I felt when I was around a really good friend, or someone I simply felt comfortable with.
The memory of what I changed for the better.
the memory of late nights spent trying to grasp life and the hope of one day maybe peicing it together.
Seeing her face when I woke up.
The ride home in a borrowed pick-up from vegas, after my marriage there. Mostly driving during the night, haggling the motels where we stayed and the ongoing gas vs. food calculations. Beautifull days these were.
just the simple fact that my depression killed me.... walking through the fresh, cool, green grass barefoot when i was a small child. the cool feeling between my toes....
the taste of sweet green jello...flowing and floundering down my bumpy esophagus...hitting the bottom of my stomach...*kerplunk*...*kerplunk*...
i know it's corny ... but ... first kiss
The memory of the girl who got away, and the way she made me feel.
I've like to take tham all, but if I had to choose, I'll choose the memory of first TRUE love or first kiss
I'd like to take the memory of my wedding day... and the smile on my husband's face ever since the day I walked up the aisle.
the memory of the way it felt dying; it must be pretty interesting as no one lives to tell what it's like
ok...memory of first kiss..ew mine was so yucky..no way! if i had to choose a memory..i think it'd be..when i was little and it really snowed..like sooo much. it was more snow then i ever ever seen! my brother and i were soo excited and our whole family went outside and had a great big snowball fight! it was sooo much fun for all our family to be together. and then my mom went into the house and brought out the camera to take a picture of us all together...i was only 6 years old and then so young i really felt the love of my family with great force. i still have the photo. peace.
I want to have the thought in my mind that I have been useful in my life and that I've accomplished my mission here.
The stars over Melbourne on a winter night.
The ride home from a concert, laying in the backseat falling asleep on my boyfriend. Watching movies or reading comics at my bestfriends house. Staying up until 5 am on the phone with someone I really love, haveing a conversation I dont ever want to hang up on. Dreaming perfect dreams about all the people I care about...that's what I'd like to have when I die....I want to stay in that dream-like state....never let that die...
the memory of the one moment when i made her really happy(if there was ever such a moment) because thats all i ever wanted, to make her happy.
the taste and smell of my mother's breast in my mouth, being warmed and loved and satisfied and filled up with milk and not ever knowing about all the bullshit to come
My innocence and happiness..which was lost with age...and the realization that most people are selfish...
If i die, i'd like to bring with me the memory of my childhood. my entire childhood, when everything was innocent and care-free...
that one night watching the street lights outside the the window. letting go of it all, chasing after [___], i will wait forever. goodnight, goodnight. i think it's time we went to sleep but i know we don't want to. fighting over time. tears. don't cry. i will be your someone.
Coming home from my first concert with my Dad..sitting with him in the silence of the car, and realising he understood me for a few hours.
the sight/smell/feel of the sea waves, calm on the beachfront, during sunset. Nothing more, nothing less, this is for me the best
The sound of a small childs laughter.
You know I use to think I had this all figured out...that if someone were to ask me what one thing I would take ....I would very matter of factly say ...oh the first family vacation we ever took, all five of us, still in our happy times, when me and my two brothers were still innocent, still naive, ignorant to the ways of the world. But now I have lived so much after that moment in my life, that I can't just stick with one memory....because if I had the option and I could only choose one memory I would rather die remembering nothing as opposed to being robbed of so many other wonderful memories. If I could take a few, the first I would have to say would be the memory of the smell of the back of my little brothers head. If there is a smell to describe home...as long as I had that smell around I would always feel like I have a place to call my own. That would be my home. I would take all the time my dad asked for a back rub and nagged at me to do something right for the first time in my life...those may have pissed me off at first, but without them my papi, would not be papi. The day my mother told me that if there was anyones opinion of her she valued almost as much as God's, it was mine, and she would die if I thought badly of her. The times I got up there with my older brother. Because he showed a whole new world, and in those few hours that we were there, I saw him in a different way, and I loooooved him so much. And the memory of all the stoges with Laura. The memories of July 28, Feb 28, and Aug 29. Best concerts I've ever been too, I mean the memory of a crowd of thousands of people screaming for music. The memory of music would be one...and sight....and his lips...I would take that memory with me..always his lips, his eyes, and his smell. But thats only if I could take more than one...ya know....
i don't know.
and thats how i want it to be.
i've always felt that some of the best things in life are the ones we take for granted.
and i want the best and most beautiful memory i have taken for granted.
so as to be a reminder.
that there is so much more
i have forgotten.
Looking up at the stars with "her" in my arms ad not wanting to let go... those hours can feel like mere moments... and that would be a moment I'd like to remember... now, if only I could have a light snowfall with that memory...
Love and friendship.
Memories of waking up with that one person that you've given your heart to, and then having that moment eclipsed with a smile at the sight of their resting face, and slow breathing.
Can't decide between:
1)The happiest moment in my life
2) The saddest moment in my life
3) If I unintentionally put a smile on someone's face!
Looking into her eyes looking into my eyes.
well.. this is a hard question.. but i think i have a couple of answers .. i would take the memory of falling in love, the memory of my best friend and the way i felt for our friendship.. and last but not least the only true thing that matters to my whole existance would be the feeling u get at a concert the rush that pushes u to the floor ... the sound and memory of music... KURT forever
The special moment when my sweetheart whisphered "I LOVE YOU".....
Pure Love, Pure Pain.
Walking on the beach with the most special people in the world to me...
The carefree moments of my childhood, where everything was still beautiful and I was still innocent
il pick the first time me and my baby bums met each other since we live from another state =[
and my family and friends ^________^
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