After his passing my mother had a few male companions but the ones that I remember left the biggest scars. ... After only a few months of dating, I walked over to her house. ... As I walked closer I broke out into a dead run. ... I remember the overwhelming fear I felt that day. ... I remember watching helplessly as a nun got chased down the street by a group of people just because she had light skin. ...
I had come home for winter break, and I remember it was just me and my dad in the house. ... I remember that I was sitting down for dinner with my parents, just the three of us. ... I remember she seemed worried, her voice was shaking a bit. ... I walked over to it and rested my hand on the armrest. ... I shrugged it off and walked over to the birdcage. ...
The phone rang and I remember thinking to myself it was probably my brother calling, as usual, to see if dinner was ready. ... We walked down a hallway and headed to a separate guest room that was right next to my father's room on the ICU floor. ... As I walked towards his door, I could see someone through the window. ... When my brother and I pulled up, I saw the same car in his garage he had ever since I could remember. ... As we walked through the house, I felt closer to my father because I had never been in his house ever before. ...
I can still remember long walks with my father from the beach to our house talking about business. ... I can still remember the red roof I used to climb on with my brother as we used to watch the stars shining brightly at night. ... I couldn't focus, but I remember my brother crying and yelling, "Help, Help. " I was instantly taken to the hospital, my dad stayed over with me for three nights, not sleeping, but raising his hand to God asking him to heal me as his tears fell down his face. ... My mom dropped the dishes and she ran after me grinning, she knew that someone would get punished ...
Just this morning, for example, I remembered a meadow I visited with my parents when I was very young. ... "I walked 50 miles yesterday," he said without boast and then returned to his grass again. ... I hadn't seen a carrot in years, much less gotten to eat one, and although I could remember its sweet taste I couldn't for the life of me remember how I got hold of one in the first place. ... Not even the goats would tread that surface, I remember thinking. ... It doesn't matter that I find it, only that I can remember to never stop looking....
Every Sunday evening I would walk into the kitchen and smell the sweet tomatoes boiling in my grandmother's giant sauce pot, with oregano, basil, and spices my nose couldn't decipher. ... I remember our summer nights the best, when we would be playing kickball in the middle of our court. ... She would call us in for dinner on those summer nights, and I remember smelling it before we even got into the garage, burnt noodles. ... I remember being in my grandmother's kitchen while she was getting out the ingredients to make her lasagna. ...
I remember just staring out the window without saying a single word. ... I remember my mom getting real excited to see the inside as if she had not seen it before. ... I walked across the street and sat on the steps. ... "Come on", Bambi took my hand, walked me right over to the food table and picked up a plate. ...
Many personalities walk in and out of our lives every day but only a few make a lasting impact on us. ... I don't remember that my mother ever mentioned it. ... I remember that Edwin Hubbell Chapin once said, "No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love". ...
The walk to work was approximately ten minutes at most, and that was on a bad day, this allowed me to arrive at work on time, punctuality being an important policy of the company gave me favorable notches in my work ethic with upper management. ... Approximately three hours into work day the music that played all the current hits had stopped, a silent stillness filled the entire building and all you could hear was the loud siren before the emergency broad case warning, a storm was approaching the Victorville area, flash floods, that all I could remember, something in my gut was telling me to c...
