Make sure that you simply be. I can hear them tremble in my mind as they dare to vibrate with their prescient touch. Your face escapes me, but the picture I recall of when you were young haunts me still. The face of a young lady growing into a woman. I had that face once, long ago.
Time is strange.
It can erase memories, of course sometimes not the ones we want to keep. It can enhance others, reshape and reform them into something else entirely. But I still remember you, remember the love of life I learned. Don't let the little things kick you in the knees. And I think of you, as I watch your daughter.