“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.” – Bob Dylan
This quote is engraved into a silver picture frame containing a photo of my wedding. Our whole wedding party is there. My best friends. My brother. My nephews. My husband. People I treasured eight years ago and still treasure today.
One of my bridesmaids gave me the frame. She told me that quote was her favorite.
This year I realized I hadn’t spoken with her in over year. Not just hadn’t found the time to hang out. We hadn’t even spoken. A dear friend who was my partner in crime during my single days, one who keeps stories of my indiscretions that I don’t think anyone else knows of.
We texted. We managed to organize a get together. I think we were both tentative. Our lives were so drastically different now than when we had been close. There was no need. We hung out late, talking. My memories of her might have taken place in alot of bars and parties, but the venue was not what made the friendship.
She is again a dear friend to me in the days of diapers and mortgages.
So maybe the quote needs to be adjusted.
Take care of all your memories. Unless maybe you had too much to drink that night. Then take care of the friendship that remembers them.