We have big memories with people- 5th birthday parties, first days of school, first fall off a two wheeled bike. And then there's the little things. Like the way they said your name. When it's all said and done, sometimes it's the seemingly little things that we wish we could get back the most. She used to say my name a certain way, sometimes sing it, sometimes yell it, but it always sounded the same. In my eyes, she's never changed, I've just grown. But as this has happened, she gradually stopped saying my name, stopped remembering who I was. And now, when I look back it's not the times she used to kiss my skinned knees or help me solve problems that I miss so much as that certain way she said my name. Maybe because in some unseen way she still does help me fix things and heal when I'm in her silent presence. Maybe because even being a perfect stranger to her, I still know somewhere she still loves me. So I don't miss those things as much as the her voice, her soft sound, her perfect pitch, the one word that meant she knew me.