Not Forgotten But Lost

Me and Mom, the first days.

We began with little or nothing. There were our parents and possibly brothers or sisters but there was no one or nothing else of interest. We were of no particular religion or political party and we had yet to decipher love from hate or good from bad. As we grew so did our knowledge, friends and family and the need to make decisions. No matter how much we wanted to keep everything, every thought and everybody close, sheer numbers forced us to make decisions and choices along the way. Now that the majority of choices have been made, our fortunes have been found or lost and time is on our side, the marvels of science allows us to backtrack and search for things and people not necessarily forgotten but lost. Now we sit, talk, laugh and sometimes cry as we share our stories of how we got to where we are today and what it cost us.

 

Me and Mom, the final days.