Memories

They can line your pocket and be with you every day,
Ready to withdraw,
In a conversation,
To drop into your daily dose of discussion,
A reminder of times gone by. Sometimes better times,
Occasionally, those times are worse.

But they’re still memories. They’re still owned by you to use.

Sometimes, you find them tucked away, 
Like a lucky penny down the side of a sofa.
Others are stored like treasure,
Precious jewels to be displayed on special occasions.

No matter the memory,
Sharing them makes them greater.
A memory that starts with a dull glow becomes golden as you bask in its beauty.

Today, we can all share our own memories of a woman who wore many different guises. 

A mother.

A grandma. 

A friend. 

Each memory will flourish, weaving itself between us all.
A connection you need to keep her with you in your mind.
A piece of a woman we all loved, being kept alive in our faces, our minds, our souls.

Forever in our hearts.

Always in our memories.