It's a good feeling to remember the good memories. And, oh, how there are so many good places to go in my mind.
I stay there sometimes for awhile before the inevitable questions come up...you know the ones like, was he really happy that day or was it a cover-up. I dismiss those quickly and focus on the fact that I was happy in that happy memory moment.
Here's Jack sleeping & notice his left hand in his waistband. That's how C slept a lot & I hadn't thought of this in months. This is a good memory, just a simple way that a person is.
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