They say a story loses something with each telling.
I'd tried enough to know that anything long term wasn't going to work.
His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.
Aim for what u want and the year will all make a sense.
What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?
And that is how Goodwin problems were always fixed. Fix them on the surface but don't go to the root, always ignoring the elephant in the room. I think that morning was when I realized I'd grown up with an elephant in every room of my life. It was practically our family pet.