Memories

 

Memories

“I’ll remember this forever”, she thought, about all the little gifts Life placed in her lap.

But she didn’t.

When her family asked, “Hey, do you remember…?” she did not, and when her friends talked about good times, she came up blank, but smiled and nodded, pretending.

She was busy. She’d remember later.

Then, over the years, one by one, they left.

Her husband died, her children grew up, and her friends drifted because she was “always busy”.

Alone in her empty house, she remembered.

Every sweet, irreplaceable moment, with every sweet, irreplaceable human.

Memories were all she had left.