Do You Remember?

This is the last Note in “Days Remembered” and is very different than all of the others. In a way it sums up the entire book and has a ghostly or haunting feel to it. In “Notes To My Kids” I did a regular Note that summed it up too called “Time’s A Funny Thing”. I’ll do something similar in the fourth book. Instead of calling such an exit a “conclusion” I will call it a “summation” since it sums up the themes in the book.

As an aside, the points here could be the source of another “Notes To Stephanie” book one day……..


Do you remember our CERT class graduation exercise when I drafted you as my “buddy” to see who was “hurt” and who was “dead”?

Do you remember when I tried to teach you to dance, so we could go dancing one night?

Do you remember our wedding party? Devoid of my family, but we had yours and our friends?

Do you remember eating breakfast at Dos Molinas? The taste of menudo, barbacoa, and a beer?

Do you remember the time we ate goat on Seminary Drive, and it wasn’t so good?

Do you remember Toby the kitten flying through the air from the game room upstairs into my arms?

Do you remember eating BBQ at Railhead and Angelo’s with a couple of beers? Eating Indian buffet after church and gorging at Taco Palinque and the Turkey Shop, too?

Do you remember your son in the ER and mine so sick in the ICU?

Do you remember shopping for a car? Looking at Hondas, Toyotas, Saturns, and more and buying the Camry you named Miss Precious and held so dear?

Do you remember moving your son? Loading up the truck and carting his stuff?

Do you remember how I listened to you when you had a hard time at school?

Do you remember cuddling so close at night in the bed to keep us both warm?

Do you remember going to garage sales on Saturdays and how I was bored?

Do you remember how we doted over each other when we were sick or felt bad?

Do you remember the time we took a bubble bath in the tub? Some suds, some drinks, and then some love?

Do you remember how we talked on the phone on the way to work and on the way home, too?

Do you remember buying that concrete fairy for the front door, and Jimmy and I laughing at all of the stuff there?

Do you remember the sets of Dickens books I gave you that you read in bed?

Do you remember buying those pots for plants to go by the front door?

Do you remember having a Coors Light with lime and some salt in the pool?

Do you remember how we got the oil changed on the car and the truck, keeping Lord Grey and Miss Precious happy and running so smooth?

Do you remember worrying about Jimmy in the middle of the night and going to see if he was okay?

Do you remember walking through Half Price Books on many a day?

Do you remember going to the Greek food festival in Dallas and the one in Fort Worth, too?

Do you remember going to the Main Street Art Festival and swimming through the crowds?

Do you remember how I made you waffles for breakfast and other good things, too?

Do you remember going to the school on Saturdays while I watched you work?

Do you remember hanging our clothes on the line between the trees to dry?

Do you remember taking walks in the park after dinner?

Do you remember how we held hands when we sat in Unity Church?

Do you remember when you bought me house shoes that I did not want to wear?

Do you remember the rocking chair you bought me at the garage sale near the house?

Do you remember your son’s troubles with cars and the “Last Ride” of my old Ford?

Do you remember eating cold water melon in the pool on a hot summer day?

Do you remember…?

Do you…?



Do you remember the days when we thought we were right? Days full of wonder, days without strife? Days when only love cast its bright light?

Do you remember the days when we were one? Days now just remembered and gone? I remember those days; I guess you do, too.



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