My sister is my memory keeper
she’s younger than I…
Not that I am old,
but there was a summer
in my youth,
1979 to be exact,
fueled by alcohol
that I recall very little of.
I truly wish that I could remember more than the bits and pieces that remain in my brain
because when I hear the stories from the perspective of my sister
they were great fun taking laps on weekends and evenings spent around my parents’ table playing cards.
Times of laughter and camaraderie.
All of us filed by the mind-altering substance of choice…
except my sister – the memory keeper.
This morning she sent me the obituary of one of those people around the table so long ago.
His obit said that he became a minister, married, and had children. Lived a full life.
He was loved.
… I still didn’t remember
and that made me sad.
I am grateful for the memories I do retain
and for the rest I will be sure to consult my memory keeper.
Thank you Linda 💕