![]() Every time I smell a donut, I think about Charlie, his favorite breakfast (well anytime) treat. Memories are not just in pictures or objects, but in smells too. Five minutes later, Charlie, tired from the day’s work, dozed off swaying to the motion of the swing. At the end of the day, when we finally attached the bucket swing, Charlie couldn’t wait to get in. Charlie, not quite two, was already into helping out his Daddy as we all pitched in. ![]() ![]() It came in huge boxes that covered our garage. Watching Ellie play on the swing set outside, I think of the weekend Michael and Charlie spent building it. Sometimes I find that in moments throughout the day, I will almost zone out when something triggers a memory of Charlie. When you lose someone you love dearly, what remains, is their memories.
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