I’ll never forget:  driving from the airport after not being together for weeks; the gift of yourself with a bow in a strategic spot; a French maid costume surprise; the noisy headboard the first time we made love. I smile to recall sweet memories only death can take away. C.K.

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
“Remember” By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894