When you share your username and password to check into your online bank account, have you ever noticed a box or oval shape next to the words, Remember Me?
I guess the creator wants to provide an easier access for the next time.
But, in the end, I think all we each want is to be remembered. Because there might not be a next time. Right?
I write these collections of words, knowing that social media allows me to keep tabs on my childhood friends. And the awareness some of my childhood friends will not have a next time, as they have passed over into another world that I cannot see.
And then earlier this week, I saw an old photo from a social media page. They had colorized the photo to provide a more accurate image than the original black and white.
The beautiful, but scruffy appearing girl was Jewish. The story showed they imprisoned her in Auschwitz. She is facing death.
I did some basic research, and I found her. Warning – the photo is heartbreaking.
(Link:) https://www.dw.com/en/auschwitz-color-photo-a-14-year-old-girl-not-just-a-statistic/a-43138838
What struck me about her image?
The color applied to the black-and-white photo made her come alive in my eyes.
I now remember her. I will always remember her.
For some odd reason, I went and found a definition for the word, photograph.
“The word photograph was coined in 1839 by Sir John Herschel and is based on the Greek φῶς (phos), meaning “light,” and γραφή (graphê), meaning “drawing, writing,” together meaning “drawing with light.”[1] – Wikipedia (source)
Drawing with light?
An astronaut or the Hubble Spacecraft likely took the photo I shared with this post from the perspective of the Moon. The sunlight splashed across Earth had traveled 8 minutes and 20 seconds.
In my mind, we exist in our present tense showered on a hot sunny day by light from the past tense.
We all exist together on this orb spinning around the sun existing in deep, dark space. Within a universe vast beyond human comprehension.
If you are a spiritual person like me, perhaps you believe every living thing has a purpose and a meaning.
Our planet and all living things are fragile, and a memory can disappear at the speed of light and then we can no longer see what we need to remember to see.
RCH
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