memories

Once someone has died, the past is no longer shared. I can’t be
corrected. Whatever I remember becomes the truth for now.

This is something that really bugs me.  Cindy was so good at
remembering things.  I am so bad at remembering things.  I
worry that the girls having lost so much will lose even more because of
my terrible memory.  When they ask me about their mom will I be
able to remember enough of the important details to be able to give
them an accurate picture of what she was like?

Cindy had such a good memory that she could identify what the popular
song was during the summer of the year in question.  I can’t even
remember what year it was.

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