My moments of long ago are my
memories.
Yesterday?
What did I do?
Where did I go?
I ask Greg, but no help from him. His reply,
“I don’t know.”
Therefore,
pictures/photos
notes
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
Dr. Seuss
post-its
blogs
(typing is more accessible than writing)
My short-term memory is creeping into
my yesterdays.
1972 Denver City, Texas
I unpacked boxes after every trip to El Paso, and this time I brought boxes of photos my parents had saved, photo albums, and letters. What memories I have found and have surfaced have given me solace.
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