Lately I’ve been overrun with old memories, some of them going back decades, like my Mom passing away and my sister Celia, both in Toronto, and my first wife, Dorothy, who was from Scotland. And yes, the positive memories are more than the other kind, for sure. The difference, though, is the sad ones are individually more powerful, because of the awareness of “gone” that is involved. You just have to learn to live with both and not get overwhelmed by the sad stuff to where you’re no use to anyone, even yourself.
