What is it that reminds me of you. It is not the measured sequence of events, the passages of time. No, there are missing years, the missing years I have of you, some passages of time which are not there. I have missed them, meaning I have no recollection of you, no memories at all.
I mean you’re not someone else are you? You are who you are, aren’t you? That’s you isn’t it? I just have met you and have been reintroduced to you. But then I realized you’re not in any way or form a part of my everyday life, obviously not. So, that’s not you is it, standing there nearby, “Are You Who I Think You Are?”
What would you look like now? What would your appearance be? Would you appear to be old and grumpy? Please take a picture of yourself or if you have taken any pictures of yourself through all of the years, this then would be pivotal, this would qualify as a measured time sequence, the missing years and a way of knowing, for me at least, an understanding as for myself as to what has been lost. Yes, I have missed all of those years but I hope I don’t miss the current years.
If you would please, can you scan those old photographs digitizing them and eventually you’ll post them online, I hope. Next, hopefully you’ll take a few more pictures with your camera and place them online until we’re all caught up. I don’t know you anymore.
I’ll listen to their voices to see if it’s yours, to see if that’s you, but this isn’t your voice that I know of, and that isn’t you. Hey, I just remembered, I can’t remember either you or your voice. If I can think clearly, if I try to concentrate using my insights or what’s left of my memory then maybe I can remember your voice and you as well. These are my insights and we all have them. Often I sit and I think and if I sit and be real silent and perfectly still long enough while allowing myself to concentrate this then may help me to remember you. And you know what, I think I can remember you and your voice too.
John Salvi 