I sank into the theater chair, the round slide projector beamed a light filled with dancing flecks of dust, illuminating a white screen in front of me.
Click… brings an image of flying kites on Baldy Mountain, running with the wind.
Click… to holding a cup full of nightcrawlers as we drive to fish in the Pacific.
Click… to the smell of chicken soup on the stove.
Click… to happy holidays, family reunions, bedtime stories of Jimminey Cricket.
Click… to cancer, weight loss, unanswered prayers…
Awake from memory lane in 3, 2, 1….
Who says time travel isn’t possible?
The Memory Cellar 
This was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
Such sweet reminiscing.
And then, a painful ending…
Are you sick?
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Wow, thank you. So glad you liked it. I am not sick but my father was when I was young and died of cancer. I wrote this about him and some of my favorite memories of him.
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I’m sorry for your loss.
A phenomenal piece.
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Thank you. Really glad you liked the piece too.
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