Several times during the day, without notice, I’m taken back to an unpleasant moment in time. If I’m lucky, I’ll swat the memory away as soon as it appears. But on other occasions, it lingers. And it spreads. And permeates. And blankets.

Hopefully, I’ll reach a point where good memories and good people fill the space to the point that they burst at the seams. Flooding out the bad apples, who at this present moment appear to be the loudest.

But not for long.

I hope.