She was obsessed with getting her nails done while we were selecting photos for memory boards at services.

Probably. But, I'm saying Sarah and her mother had problems to a much greater degree.

Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.

History is the memory of life

I really believe in muscle memory. It's been frustrating.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No onestirring, no plans. Just being there.