Keeping memories alive requires little effort; something will spark recall; often it will be random.
It also takes concentration as random things pop in then out.
I regret the lapses as much as I treasure the remembrances.
Let’s be frank, the lapses are far more wrenching.
They bring out guilt– how could I forget? — missing him is real so wouldn’t it be best to not let any memory slip.
this is our life 