Memories Made


And If not for the memories of yesteryear, there would be no picturesque scenery for tomorrow -
               Graylon Abukhadir Mayberry 

I'm thankful for the memories I've obtained over the years. When my days seem blue, it's yesterdays laughs that give assurance of brighter days to come. Even those memories that aren't so bright are evidence of lessons learned. 
During some of my darkest hours, memories of my mother's smile brighten the day. When I lost her, Memories of her words and teachings guide me through. Memories are like a pillows, they make the world a little more comfortable. They give you history and sound foundations upon which to build and discover self.

By Graylon Abukhadir Mayberry 
In memory of Connie j. Mayberry 

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