For weeks the smell of coffee would awaken a long buried memory. A memory I just couldn’t seem to remember. No matter what I did, or much I tried I just couldn’t make it clearer.

All the details were fuzzy. I just didn’t know what or who I was to remember!

Coffee. Summer.

Then a few minutes ago while watching an obscure clip from General Hospital something happened. I don’t know how to explain it.

It was my grandmother!

I burst into tears. I started crying. She had been trying to communicate with me.

All this time.

I hope it’s not a long reach. 💕💕

I still don’t know what I am to remember but hopefully I am right.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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