I think about death a lot. I think about the three I've lost since adulthood. I think about a smile or a phrase, or someone's eyes as they crinkled. As they will never crinkle again.
And then I try to stop it. I don't want to distort the memory further. I want it to sit, perfectly preserved, until I seek it out. Like I could keep keep it fresh under a bell jar until I am ready.
But I read that memory doesn't work that way either, and that the best way to remember a thing is to practice retrieving it. The best way to study for a test is to take a practice test. The best way not to forget a loved one is not to fucking forget.
So don't fucking forget.