I’ve been rolling this one around in my head every since we had Jesse’s memorial and I gave up a lot when I became a mom dropping the F-bomb shirt. Originally it was going to be Boxes Full of Memories. But as I strolled memory lane it became more and more clear that a story would reflect better and allow me to guide y’all through this last part of the journey. Those of us that lived through those times captured in still motion laugh, smile or shed a tear. As we stroll through the years remembering when these pieces of past happened, we share the memory.
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But are we really sharing a memory? For us it was a memory but you can’t give away your memories. Those belong as I gave up a lot when I became a mom dropping the F-bomb shirt of that small speck of history. When we relive and share that part of us it changes from a memory to a story. If those that we share it with share it with others it is changed. They don’t have those special ingredients that made it a memory, it’s now just a story. She must have caught him by surprise because Bailey moved so face we only saw a blur of brown and white fur grabbing black and white fur and pulling he off of his feet.