"Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
This is so true. Not even from my own perspective, of which I could surely draw many memories to fit the bill, but from a memory I have of where this applied to my father. When I was married, my wife and I took my parents on a trip to New York to see the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, and to go see Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. I knew my father was a stay-at-home guy who liked his comfort zone. However, I was amazed at how much he was afraid of being ripped off by non-English maids in the hotels. The night of going to the play he also informed us that he had never actually decided that he would go into the city to see the play; he was deathly afraid we would be mugged and left for dead. My mother had words with him (in private) and we all ended up going to see the play. I did not get a lot of reaction from my father during or after the play. Several days after arriving back home again to Indiana (great, now I have that song stuck in my head) I found out from others how much my father was bragging about the trip and the play and how wonderful and amazing the play was; describing it in detail down to the heat of the pyrotechnics on-stage because of our orchestra seats, and to the over-the-audience acrobatics with a chandelier that swung out over our heads. I really do not think he enjoyed the trip so very much at all until after he arrived back home; and then he reveled in the memory of it all.
Hm. For myself, now writing this, I did not realize the true value of being so frustrated by my father during the trip and then elated by his glowing renditions of events afterwards. The memory of it all gave me so much insight into my father and gives me such a close vibrant image of him in my head even now after he has been gone for many years. Double rainbow. 😉
Thanks +Henry Stradford II and +David Oscar de Pedro Hanych for the original post and share that I came across earlier. I had trouble reading the words as clearly on the original image so I used this instead. Kudos to both of these gentleman, though, for taking me on a trip down memory lane.
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