“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you” –Philippians 1:3
I remember you…from time to time.
Some people I think of often and reflect frequently on what they mean to me. Other people, I have a completely bizarre remembrance.
I’ll be somewhere and see an old friend of forty or fifty years ago and think, “I always loved him (or her) so much. Why have I not thought of them in all these years?”
I’ve been in a cemetery for a funeral and spotted the gravestone of a friend of bygone times and had the same thought. “They were so precious. I would love to see them! Why have I lost them in memory?”
Recently, I read a novel about a character with perfect memory. When something happened that required him to revisit a past experience, he had no trouble. He would activate his memory and return to that moment in time, recallingl every detail, every word spoken, every nuance. He could read the license plate of a car, could tell you the temperature, and give you as accurate a rendering of that moment as though he were standing there at that moment. In the book, this was a special gift.
But it’s not.