Every single day, at least three times a day, I find myself asking him how could you forget, or how can you blame me for wanting to protect when every moment spent can so easily be forgotten How selfish of me not to understand or see that this is not about me How far have I fallen to miss the simplest truth that this new path we are taking you did not choose and in fact, how very blessed I am at how much is truly remembered The simplest of truths is that you are just fine perhaps it is me that has lost my way