People say nothing lasts forever. And maybe so it is, what do I know?!
But we can try. Exactly like someone tried to
leave their handprint in the snow that covered the trunk of a tree. A futile
attempt, for the snow would soon melt and nothing will remain of it. But this
picture will. Surely not an eternity, but it can continue the handprint’s
existence, even though under another shape.
Exactly like a memory my dad has just given me,
and still under another shape than initially. My dad remembered that while I
was 3 or 4 years old, all four of us (mom, dad, my sis and I) could fit on a
wooden sleigh. Now, I will also be one of the keepers of this memory, although
I don’t remember it at all, being too young. I stored it safely, next to
another dear memory of us four – at the cinema, watching the Mrs. Doubtfire
movie, that started my pure love for Robbin Williams.
Let’s leave prints!
