I remember when they took this picture...we were laughing so hard about something, and when the picture came back, we couldn't remember what was so funny, no matter how hard we tried. The last time I showed this to him, I asked him if he ever remembered the joke. He just looked at me blankly. He didn't even remember not remembering. Look how tightly he's holding my hand. I can't remember the last time he held my hand like that, tight up against his chest. We're happy, don't get me wrong. Or at least, we're not unhappy. It's just when I look at this picture, and then look at my life... this isn't what I was thinking about.

What happened?

submitted by Mary
San Diego, California
November 1996