Which memory shall I select? What will bring on the tears?
You at the end? Hooked to monitors, breathing by machine?
You at the beginning? Our first date? Our first kiss?
Or the many options from the 21 years in between?
The memory selection is endless. The choices are triggered with little to no effort.
Choose one, name your poison, pick your pain.
Dancing in the kitchen
Driving in the car
Audio or visual?
Catchphrases and slogans and arguments and endearments
Smiles and scowls and staring into your eyes
Sand and snow
Sun and rain
“Smell that ocean, honey. Smell that ocean.”
Playing boggle and drinking peppermint schnapps
Watching Doc Martin in our ma and pa chairs
Our firsts. Our lasts. Our life. Our love.