tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post114713790109145111..comments2010-06-26T15:15:00.898-04:00Comments on DIARY OF A MOTHERLESS DAUGHTER: House circa 1979, Family circa 1969Davenhollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199986965147169838noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post-1147210101124492912006-05-09T17:28:00.000-04:002006-05-09T17:28:00.000-04:00Yes! Do what you can to preserve the memories you ...Yes! Do what you can to preserve the memories you had with your mother. Time has a nasty way of erasing things and when we are faced with the exact place we had that memory, time is put back into it's place and we remember.Davenhollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10199986965147169838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post-1147138799556973412006-05-08T21:39:00.000-04:002006-05-08T21:39:00.000-04:00D - those memories you have are amazing. I can ju...D - those memories you have are amazing. I can just picture you guys all there.<BR/><BR/>What I've done is go back to the places. I find, after my Mom died, that I couldn't remember a lot of things. Defense mechanism I'm sure. But I really wanted to remmeber. So anytime I visit NYC I go back to the places we lived, my schools, the parks. All those things. It makes her real. After many years it reminds me that my Mother was real. She was here. We shared a life. We did things. And I don't want to forget that.<BR/><BR/>Now you've gone and made me cry! :)<BR/><BR/>-TLTLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07409090291701870303noreply@blogger.com