Our memories are the threads that hold the tapestry of our past together. For some of us that thread is thick and strong; a colourful wool blending to create a rich visual transcript of our journey. Yet for others, such as myself, memory can be like a fine, weblike lace, full of holes and empty, unanswered questions. Perhaps it is a coping mechanism, a safety feature built into our brains that allows us to disappear into soft, safe, empty nothingness. Perhaps it is a habit left over from a need to constantly suppress the waves of unwanted reminders and constant assault of regret. Either way, it sets the foundation for a future full of uncertainty. New memories are sometimes hard to form when one’s habit is to forget, to smother and blur with the broad brushstrokes of denial. It makes for awkward conversations and apologetic explanations. It creates the need to ask for gentle reminders from our forgiving friends. It means asking for understanding, and hoping for the embrace of unconditional acceptance from the ones we love.