Not Forgotten
Not Forgotten

My memories of you are faded, but not forgotten. You do not star in any moving pictures in my mind, but you move in and out of focus with time. I cannot remember your voice or any words we might have exchanged. All I have left are simple Kodak moments captured, muted, stilled, and never changing. My memories of you are represented in faded photos, black and white or sepia toned, worn from years of being taken out and looked at.

I know that the little girl in those pictures is me, but I have no memory of how it felt to be that younger me. I just remember that you loved me, and that you used to hold me. I remember a handful of birthdays and Easter Sundays, Christmases and story times.

You have been gone so very long, but there is special place in my heart reserved just for you that no one can ever alter. This is a hello to my Daddy, my earliest hero, who left this world and our family when we were all too young and not ready for him to go. The pain never goes away. It stays hand in hand with a deep searing love.

For all those who are remembering a loved one today, I hope you can bring out a photo or two and travel back in time to when you both were together.

Much love, weed lovers!

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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