Today Facebook reminded me that five years ago I made a post on my late husband’s birthday. He was 73 on that day.
I didn’t need reminding. I already knew he’d be 78 today. I remembered yesterday, and this morning as I awakened. Undoubtedly a different man than I knew when he left at age 50. Just as certainly he’d be a wonderful grandfather as was his dad, Papa Loui.
Papa Tom.
As I sifted memories I reached for Tom’s favorite birthday cake. Nothing. Nothing came up. I don’t know any more what his favorite cake was. 
I think that’s what we call healing. And it comes at a price.
At some point we have to ask ourselves if we’re willing to pay it. What memories will be lost if we allow ourselves to move forward?
#loveneverdies the hashtag says. I think it’s true.
Memories however do.
One Bite At a Time 