On our first Christmas, Ginny and I created memories to last like the ones that hang on my tree. Packed away, put on a shelf, and wrapped in the soft tissue, they’ll be stored in the box we call memory. I’m not sad. I know I can pull those memories out anytime I want. They’re here forever.
A new year is here. Ginny and I have new memories to create. The old and new memories will go in the same boxes as the old and hang on the same memory tree for all to read. Over time, our memory tree will be slowly be filled. When it’s complete, our time will be done. Nothing will be missing.
