The Past

Have you ever held tight onto the past, so much that you couldn't shake if your memory is actually accurate?

I am a self-identified [mental] time traveler. I linger in moments from the past to bask in the sun of memories and feel the emotions of those past moments wash over me. I savor them like you would savor little candies. And all too sudden the memory ceases and I am in a reality that I didn't know how I got to. Typically, I linger in moments with loved ones who have passed on and I ruminate a bit on death and time. After a time, death ceases all fragments of someone who has passed and all I have is a worn out memory that I cling to like an old blanket. Do you have memories that you cling to?