Memories

When I see little babies or toddlers now, I think of him alone. I don’t think of my other children during similar timeframes in their lives. I feel as though those memories of him are something I’ve always had even before his death and something that his death cannot take away. Perhaps I replay those because I won’t be creating any more new memories of him. It’s interesting, though, I never replayed those memories of him as a younger one when he was alive. It’s like now I need to replay his earlier years over and over and remind myself I had that time with him. It is with gratitude I look back at those memories and think of how I enjoyed his time growing up. I can hang on to those memories so tight. Death is not allowed to take those memories from me.