I sat there and listened, as each story unfolded.
Memories that made her smile, each captured by a fixed number of pixels, never to happen exactly like that, again.
A memory box, of sorts.
And even when it was not in her hands as a story was told, she would go to get it, to help relive the memory.
Visits from family, and friends old and new. Pictures of what is now home, and most precious of all,
A constant furry companion.
I’m not sure why, but as I watched the way she held onto the box so tightly, I felt my heart break.
And I wondered…
What might it be like to have so much that is so important,
So much that you want to remember, and to hold onto,
Stored in one small rectangular box?
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