by Bernadette A. Sahm
I remember you said, “Kentucky Fried Chicken always tastes better on the boat.”
I remember you as a toddler walking down the stairs with bed head hair created by undoing your braids.
I remember all the times you protected me and looked out for me.
I remember drunk nights that started in a bar and turned into a house dance party.
I remember first days on the job and those that welcomed me.
I remember walking alone along the Magnificent Mile in Chicago and thinking how grown up I felt.
I remember my first book launch party. My first car and so many other “firsts”
I remember the man who made me a mother.
I remember long coffee conversations with my dad.
I remember my grandmother pressing cotton sheets in the hotel she and my grandfather owned.
I remember my first banana seat bike and all the many neighborhood rides in Allentown, PA.
I remember Deep Purple as my first outdoor concert when I was just a teenager.
I remember my first visit to the ocean as it was Asbury Park, NJ.
I remember card games on the beach at Lake Hauto with family members.
I remember the day that my mother died and those who contacted me to let me know.
I remember where I was when 9/11 happened and where I was when the news that President Kennedy was shot and killed.
I remember grief when you died and more grief when another chose to leave me.
I remember my first date/kiss/intimate experience.
I remember my college roommate being openly and wildly gay.
I remember Nashville for the first visit and the most recent visit.
I remember all five of our Bichons; Happy, Happy Again, Chipper and Bailey and Buddy.
I remember the chlorine smells when the pool needed chemical balance.
I remember Hess’s Patio Restaurant and the high-end fashion shows that took place as we ate our lunch.
I remember the first grant I wrote for $100,000 that was approved and who was sitting in my office when that call came in.
I remember my favorite author who I watched on television for years before I met her and we became friends. RIP Susan White-Bowden.
I remember the first time I met Gary Allan, my all-time favorite Country Music Artist.
I remember flying to Texas alone as I finalized my husband’s business and personal property after his untimely death.
I remember Claude and my dad picking me up from underneath my arms and carrying me away to the first car after Randy was laid to rest.
I remember more good than bad, but I also know that all my memories are a testament to a full life worth living.
I remember …
Think about all those memories and who and what you remember and why?
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Bernadette A. Sahm 