- Hearing a song play on the radio; Remembering singing along with it with my child.
- Preparing a meal; Remembering my child sneaking a sample of it behind my back.
- Seeing a child’s footprints in freshly fallen virgin snow; Remembering my child trudging through a deep pile of it in his snowsuit.
- Hearing the laughter of a child; Remembering my child’s laughter as I quickly turn to see if it is him.
- Placing a handmade ornament on a Christmas tree; Remembering the smile on my child’s face beaming with pride that he had made it.
- Stopping for a school bus; Remembering the day my child first boarded one.
- Petting a white cat; Remembering my child holding his so tenderly with such love.
- Seeing a toy truck; Remembering my son playing with his in the sandbox.
- Watching an old movie; Remembering cuddling on the couch with my son, watching it together.
- Going to the beach; Remembering my son riding a wave into shore on his raft.
- Smelling an old shirt of his; Remembering how he looked in it.
- Hearing a child call out: ‘Mom’; Remembering my son calling for me as I turn for a moment to see if that is him.
- Looking at my child’s picture; Remembering the moment it was taken.
- Finding an old card he had given me on Mother’s Day; Remembering him looking at me with anticipation to see if I would be pleased with it.
- Getting a big hug from another’s child; Remembering how it felt to hold my son in my arms.
- Going to a pool; Remembering my son’s first swimming lesson.
- Seeing a snowman; Remembering my child’s glee when he built his first one and stuck a carrot in it for its nose.
- Picking a flower; Remembering the ones he picked for me.
- Going to a Graduation; Remembering my son’s humbleness in receiving an award.
- Revisiting an old vacation spot; Remembering the wonder on my child’s face at his first moment of discovery.
- Seeing a commercial of a car accident in which all happily survived; Remembering my child did not.
- Standing in an aisle in a grocery store staring at an item on the shelf; Remembering how my son loved eating that.
- Sitting around a campfire; Remembering how my child learned to roast marshmallows on that perfect stick he had found.
- Being invited to go fishing; Remembering my son’s first catch.
- Going to a sports game; Remembering my child’s determination to achieve.
- Reading a book; Remembering my son’s quest for knowledge.
- Having a picnic; Remembering my son’s last one and how he made us all laugh.
- Seeing children playing baseball in the street; Remembering the ball he hit through our front window.
- Sitting on a swing; Remembering my son’s plea to push him higher.
- Attending a school play; Remembering my son on the stage gleaming as he took his first bow.
- Going to see fireworks; Remembering my child’s awe as he beheld the beauty of a display.
- Seeing a young couple in love; Remembering the tenderness in his eyes as he looked at the love of his life.
- Hearing a car come down the street; Remembering waiting up nights for him to come home.
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