{"id":1121,"date":"2021-02-18T18:54:36","date_gmt":"2021-02-18T05:54:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=1121"},"modified":"2021-02-18T18:54:36","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T05:54:36","slug":"embedded-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=1121","title":{"rendered":"Embedded memories"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Eight years ago<br>0r 96 months<br>0r 416 weeks<br>0r 2922 days<br><br>It doesn&#8217;t matter how you count<br>It is a long time<br>But it is also a very short time<br><br>The memories of that terrible, horrible, no good, bad, day<br>are forever embedded in my soul<br>the memories are implanted in my body<br>held fast in my very being<br><br>Grief holds no time line<br>It is not a considered thing<br>It lies in the subconscious<br>The effects affect and trigger when least expected<br><br>That one action<br>That one disaster<br>has torn our family into pieces<br>has forced us all to face emotions and pain<br>Such devastating pain<br>far far too big to know what to do with<br><br>Even eight years on<br>The waves of grief are still pounding<br>They smash on the shores of our hearts<br>They tear our emotions into shreds<br>But we hold them close<br>Scared to let them go<br>Protecting our vulnerabilities<br><br>We share special moments<br>Memories<br>We can laugh<br>We can talk and reminisce <br>But the loss we endure is ours and ours alone<br>Held tight<br>Such a private thing<br>And yet so known<br>We can share<br>But we can&#8217;t<br>It&#8217;s so hard&#8230;<br><br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"538\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Image-14.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1122\" srcset=\"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Image-14.jpg 538w, https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/Image-14-256x300.jpg 256w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 538px) 85vw, 538px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Eight years ago0r 96 months0r 416 weeks0r 2922 days It doesn&#8217;t matter how you countIt is a long timeBut it is also a very short time The memories of that terrible, horrible, no good, bad, dayare forever embedded in my soulthe memories are implanted in my bodyheld fast in my very being Grief holds no &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=1121\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Embedded memories&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1121"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1124,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1121\/revisions\/1124"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}