Memory #247

Presently I am depressed due to past memories, like many people are. The memory of my Dad and Mom arguing about money, finances. My Dad's ultimate reaction was to sit in withdrawn silence, stare into space or out a window. He disconnected, withdrew and emotionally checked out. This was a pattern, as I recall, for at least eighteen years, until I left home and repeated it all with my own life, which is why this memory depresses me, for the moment. Memories that go on living.