Daily prompt ~ moments to remember ~ illicit love & pain!

What are the three most memorable moments — good or bad, happy or sad — in your life? Go!

I’ve not done the daily prompt, but they certainly get one thinking.

I can only conjecture that if something memorable comes to mind, the first three must be the most memorable right?

First memory


I am a tender, beautiful and loving guy that happens to slap a photographer now and then because they get in my way.
Liam Gallagher

I remember being with my mother up in her bedroom.  I don’t know what it was that happened, but it was one of those moments when you start laughing.  It was a laugh that wouldn’t stop, like a train out of control, the type where you hold your belly.

I was so engrossed in my frivolity that I paid no attention to her asking me to stop.  I am not sure I could stop.  My mother was getting annoyed at me, perhaps the continual noise and the fact she did not find it funny.  Anyway she slapped me across the face.


And remembered that moment for sure, she never slapped me on the face again, first and only time.  It was a shock but now I am a mother I can imagine she must have found my hysterical laughing REALLY annoying to let it get that far to end in a bitch slap! LOL

Second memory

the kiss

“How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

I remember my step father being away, I am not sure why.  I was at home from boarding school, we lived in a small little cottage.  My step father was rather dominating and eccentric, not always the nicest of people to my mother, I sense I am trying to justify to you readers what I am about to divulge next as a memory.

It was evening time, I was supposed to be in bed.  I crept down the stairs, the old wooden door to the sitting room was open, one could see through the banisters the side of the sofa.  My mother was sat on the sofa with this man, called Malcolm.  They kissed.

I hated Malcolm from that moment until his dying day.  It was a childish reaction, because who knows what was going on in their lives to make this happen.  I know my mother remained friends with Malcolm for years and he was friends with my step father.  In fact Malcolm had an alcoholic wife, who was pretty mean to him, yet he looked after and stayed at her side until she passed away.

Third memory

My mother

My mother

This is a no brainer for me, especially with Mother’s Day coming up and yesterday having a pretty rotten day emotionally.  I started somehow ending up talking about how my mother passed away.  She passed away from cancer.

I sat by her side daily in the last 5 weeks of the cancer eating away at her, taking literally the breath from her lungs.  I can encapsulate the entire memory of this process as one, though there are many memories within this 5 week period.

But as a whole, my memory is of a nightmare, pure and simple.

Maybe I have not gotten over it.  It is a dual thing, to lose someone one loves, but also to watch such a hideous evil disease take control and oh how it takes over and strips its victim down to the bare bones.

Those are my memories from the Daily Prompt from WordPress

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  11 comments for “Daily prompt ~ moments to remember ~ illicit love & pain!

  1. March 26, 2014 at 3:53 PM

    Powerful memories. I am pretty sure there have been times when my mom wanted to slap me simply for being annoying. Condolences about your mother…I’m not sure I could cope. Hugs!


    • March 26, 2014 at 5:14 PM

      Thank you, I have to admit to the odd bottom tap on my kids, not often, however I have often chased them with the wooden spoon, they are too fast to catch but it does the job LOL


  2. March 26, 2014 at 10:05 PM

    Those are all strong memories and well told. And now my wish for you is that when you are asked this again one, two, or five years down the line at least one of your moments will contain unbridled joy!


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