I wish I can remember more clearly some of those precious times – going to Disneyland for the first time when I was about 8 or 9, my wedding day, my children’s first steps, closing my first real estate transaction.
But I’m glad that God did not give us a perfect memory.
I don’t remember my mother’s funeral. I don’t remember my car accident. I don’t remember the miscarriage of my first child. I try to bring up the pain, but I can’t.
It’s a good thing I don’t remember.
As for not being able to remember those good times – we should just go out and have a good time instead of reliving old ones.