I have a treasury of thankful memories for the life that I lived. For instance: I remember the times at our favorite café; drinking lattes and savoring croissants. So good, so sweet. Like you. Thank you. Yes, I’ll have another, please. One day, an older couple sat to our right at a nearby table (remember?); they still laughed together; still held hands. A younger couple, sat on our left, hoping, their eyes laughed, they held hands. Our story. Our life.
