There Is No Greater Treasure Than Memories Of Those We Love

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This old gal…

Drives herself nuts…obsessing over trivial…it doesn’t really matter…missing items…but she can’t help it…maybe it’s because she flawlessly remembered everything…for everybody…all those mama me years…maybe it’s because…memorizing and retaining information…has always been her forte…and maybe…when she forgets…she suddenly feels…old…

And so it was…went to find the toenail clippers…and didn’t know where they were…had four pair on the dresser…but these weren’t THE pair…the special pair…the treasured pair…for on this pair…resides a penny…a 1945 penny…with a hole through the middle…been there for over 50 years…

Little me…visiting those cousins of mine…in a small town in Missouri…next to their home…was a lot containing the remnants of a burned down grocery store…us kids…searching for treasure amidst the rubble…little me…finding…this penny…

Have carried it…ever since…for that little treasure…symbolizes those days…spent with those beloved relatives…that welcoming aunt and uncle…that cousin…a bff…forever…this old gal…knows exactly what she did…put this treasure…somewhere safe…somewhere she’d know where it was…somewhere…she can no longer…remember…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…