A Function of Memory
What follows is the eulogy I wrote for my mother, Jacyne Woodcox. She passed on to whatever is next on February 9th, 2022. I love you mom.
If there’s one oddity about the way my brain works, it’s the function of memory. I know it’s all in there, a lifetime of experiences, impressions, thoughts, and moments all added together to become the story of who I am. But I can’t pick out the individual pieces from decades past and tell you, here is what happened.
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