Could you share an experience or event in your life where you are now the only person left who remembers it?
The memory of many of our experiences (good, bad, or otherwise) is often enriched because we shared that moment with someone else.
But what happens when you’re the only one left who remembers them?
Fun, interesting, sometimes scary times with my grandparents, an aunt, my father – experienced only by us, and they’re all (long) gone now.
These experiences are now only stories in my head, and I’m starting to wonder how accurately I remember them or if they even have any value anymore.
Has this happened to you? What do you do with these memories? Can you share one of them?