“If my memories of the weekend were only a figment of my imagination why does the pain feel so real? Why am I grieving the loss of what was never mine to begin with? I close my eyes and search… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“me. I know we’re doing the right thing but you can’t just turn a relationship off, like a tap. It’s going to keep dripping… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I want you to be happy, Dad. I want us to be happy, you know, like a normal family. I’m sick of living in… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about memories I guess — it’s lovely to hold them in your head, but the real joy is in sharing them.” — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“We quickly forget the mundane moments in our lives, but those that trigger strong emotions always live on. The Battenberg might be mundane, but… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Dad. I was so busy focusing on all the negativity that I didn’t see what I had, or what I could have had. I… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“If my memories of the weekend were only a figment of my imagination why does the pain feel so real? Why am I grieving… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“it’s better to regret doing something than to regret doing nothing.” — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“The Battenberg might be mundane, but the connection to my impending emotional turmoil saved it from the memory recycle bin.” — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
“The same could be said about the decisions we make in life. Sometimes they work out, sometimes they don’t. You can dwell on those… — Keith A. Pearson Copy Share Image
