After The Soul Is Gone

May 31, 2018  •  4 Comments

Grainy Fragments Of Fading Memories

 

Early 2016, after my mother suffered a couple of consecutive strokes that triggered accelerated loss of memory (dementia? Alzheimer's?), she needed to move into an assisted living facility.

 

My sister and I had the difficult task to empty the apartment where she had lived for almost 50 years since July 1968.

 

Although mom already cleared out quite some stuff after my dad passed away in 2010, there were still furniture, some clothes, books, pots and pans, ornaments, and other loose ends of her daily life.

 

We had to sort through these remains of a full life and decide what to keep, what could be donated or should be trashed.

 

It was a strange experience: going through cabinets and boxes, finding photographs, mementos, and other memories, among more mundane artifacts. An intimate peek into the last days of my mother's life as an independently living person.

 

Most striking, however, was that everything except the most personal items was reduced to just ‘objects’. The personal connection was almost totally non-existent: the soul of everything was gone.

 

Before I left, I took several pictures to create some final memories from the place where my mom and dad, my sister, and I lived for so many years. Looking back at these, however, I see only an empty shell. I still have my memories to cherish, of course, but the pictures of the apartment are just what they are: pictures of an empty apartment, devoid of the personality that made it a home.

 

I wanted to create memories but instead documented loss, like collecting grainy fragments of my mother's fading memory...

 

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Manten|Photography
@ Philip G. : thanks!!

@ Tanja: helemaal waar!!

@ Tecal MacDonald: thanks!!
Tecla MacDonald(non-registered)
Really liked this and your thoughts you documented.
Tanja(non-registered)
Ja...ik heb hetzelfde.
De foto's geven geen link naar de herinneringen. Misschien ook omdat er zoveel anders is dan toen we thuis woonden en omdat het "vlakke" plaatjes zijn. Als iemand mij zou vragen welk bankstel wij hadden, zou ik zeggen "bruin ribfluweel" en het rook er naar sigaretten. Paps rode trui rook naar cement en het geluid van de trein die langsreed maar die je eigenlijk niet eens meer hoorde, dat soort dingen vormen mijn herinneringen....haha jij eindeloos op je gitaar...
Herinneringen zijn multi-dimensionaal en zuig je helemaal op door ze te leven....
Philip G.(non-registered)
Very beautiful. I truly enjoyed this.
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