The back-up drive isn’t working. Three years of pictures. Lost. The memories are still there. But not the pictures. I fear because what if I forget? What if something wonderful slips away? It still happened, but if I can’t remember it. Is it still real? The kids were too young. They won’t know unless we tell them. The details. The haircuts, the clothes, the weather. They looked so different then. But I forget. I’m young. My mind is healthy. But I still want the pictures back, badly. I don’t want to forget.
