Martina, Eric’s wife, asked me about Finland yesterday back at the Cricket ground. And as much as I wish I could hold onto them, the memories start to fade away. I start to forget names, places. But the feelings stay. The dark winter months, the minutes leading up to midnight when the snow would cover all sounds outside. We human beings tend to remember episodes, those little tidbits that sound great when told. But I vowed not to remember days but moments. So I remember pulling up in the car at home in Finland, a full moon glowing overhead. It lasted a second but it made for the memory of a lifetime. Did I quit Finland, yes I did. Did I leave a loser? No. I gained, I grew. The pain I feel every now and then is no price, compared to what I got.
I believe.