The Last Photograph!

"You just can't forget the memories tied to the person you dearly love, however much you try" 

I wanted to forget it all, all the memories that dynamically bound Kate and I together. All the moments we did screwy things; when she helped me cheat math practicals; when we in conjunction, stole dad's Honda Gold Wing dirt bike; and when we cut mum's squeaky-clean hair while she slept. These were the melancholy-filled distance memories and I wanted to get rid of them, because the more I thought of them, the more I felt inferior for ignoring Kate's uncanny behavior. The way she wouldn't look in my eyes as she spoke, the way she would lose words and stutter when she talked, and tear ducts forming in her eyes as she sat, as still as the cold night. I shouldn't have been disregarding and helped her to my utmost defeat through whatever she was going through, but she pushed me away when I tried to undertake, and I let her. I let her die. I let her decimate herself. Consequently, I wished to forget all the memories that led to her tragic suicide. 

But, will the Supreme being ever let me? For the reason, that as I worked about my room spring cleaning; which basically means throwing open drawers, organizing and thrashing unnecessary stuff. In the midst of dumping away my cast-off FiloFax, I encountered a Sepia filtered picture taken on a Mini Instant camera; a picture so boldly showing the blunder I was making, a picture that held a big, broad and beautiful smile I terribly missed, a picture of a young happy girl who unexpectedly killed herself. Speaking of unexpected, when I turned the picture not expecting anything but a nothingness of white, I was startled to see big bold letters handwritten with an Anchor gel pen. It read, "Love from the heavens( or perhaps hell) to you and to mum and dad. Kitty, my death wasn't your fault, if you're trying to forget my memories, don't. Don't forget me!" 

That day I cried like a baby, I cried more than I had at Kate's funeral, but over and above that I learnt the gravity of memories and moments. When I wanted to and tried to forget all the memories that tied to Kate, I was stopped, stopped by Kate herself!