“One of the things the Irish say is that ‘The thing about the past is, it’s not the past.’ [laughs] It’s right here, in this room, in this conversation.” — David Whyte & The Conversational Nature of Reality, On Being with Krista Tippett

We who experienced it will always remember September 11th for all it was and would be for each of us. For me, September 12th is another day to reflect on, as the day my favorite Navy pilot left this earth. At least that’s the story we tell ourselves, but we know he’s been whispering in our ear ever since then. He’s smiling that scheming smile even as I write this, making it impossible not to smile back at him. He didn’t leave our family for us to mope around forever, but to do something with the life we still have pulsing through our veins. Just make it memorable, I hear him say.

For those of us who pay attention, the past is not the past. It lives within us, sometimes recessed and awaiting its moment to leap back onto center stage, sometimes stumbled upon as we leaf through old photographs and letters, and sometimes seen in a sideways glance that reminds you of the sideways glance someone else in your past once gave you, demonstrating that they’ve been here all along waiting for that moment to shine a light back to the living. Life energy bounces around in this universe, and sometimes those ricochets hit us squarely when we least expect it.

To sink into reflection is not to grieve again, not after time smooths the rough edges, it’s to savor the finish, like a fine wine that has aged well. We open the memories like we open up a great bottle of wine, and let it breath awhile before pouring a glass. If we know wine we know to savor the sip, but to appreciate the aftertaste, or finish. The wine has been consumed, but the finish remains. Life is similar, isn’t it? Those who come into our lives become a part of us, and speak through us and others they’ve touched. We hear the echoes of the past all around us, leaving us but still very much here. Alive within us and through us, always.