A letter to the dead

What would you say if you could write one last letter to the dead — a dead person you loved very much? Would you waste your last chance with sorrow or would you use this opportunity to say how much you love them and how much you appreciate everything they’ve done? Would you ask for forgiveness? Or would you let them know you’ve truly forgiven them? Now let me ask you a few more questions. What if the dead person was you? Would you be so kind and thankful towards yourself? Most importantly, would you forgive yourself for all the bad things you’ve done? Life and death walk side by side, we never really know when our last chance to redemption will be — so why not start today? People make mistakes all the time, we are only human. What makes the difference is changing what we will do in the future. If you’ve done something wrong, ask for forgiveness. If you’ve had an argument with someone you love (significant other, family, friends, etc), tell them you’re sorry. It might sound a little morbid, but pretend you are all going to die tomorrow. Don’t go to bed with regret — this is the worst thing in the world. Don’t wait to fix things up later — fix it now! Change everything you can in order to be happy. If you know you’re doing something that will hurt someone else, stop it. Find the will to surpass your ego — there’s nothing wrong in asking for forgiveness and admitting you were wrong. Don’t be the one responsible for someone else’s sadness. Never hurt the people you love. You never know when their last day alive will be — or yours.

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Sundays and ice cream

Some would say certain smells and sounds can make you think of a memory; I couldn’t agree more. Instead of sticking only to smell and hearing, I allow all my senses to remind me of something or someone. When I see sunflowers, for example, I think of my mom. I remember the first time I took her to the Botanical Gardens in Montreal. When I touch my old diaries, I remember the emotions I was feeling when I wrote it. When I eat my grandma’s rice, I remember my childhood. There’s one specific occasion where all my senses get together: sunny sundays. It makes me think of my favourite memory, which is family time. The sun, the sound of children laughing and the smell of picnic food. The way people like to play with their kids and hold their loved ones hands. Even with all this detailed picture, it wouldn’t be the perfect scenario without the ice cream. In fact, this is my favourite part; a large twisted ice cream cone. When I think about its taste, all the other senses lose priority. I don’t usually allow myself to eat ice cream, but when I wake up to a beautiful sunday, I gladly allow myself to do so. I get out of bed, as excited as a 5 year-old girl and go out to eat ice cream. I go back to when I was younger; I have the same feelings. I nostalgically remember how it felt to be a kid. The best aspect of my present sundays is the fact I’m building new memories on top of old ones. I guess sundays and ice cream will always mean family time to me.