One of mine is, a story my Mom and Dad told me, concerning when I was a new born. That when I was crying, the only place that I could relax and go to sleep, was laying on my Dad’s chest. He is large man, 6’2″ and I was 5 pounds. He could hold me in one hand. We have photos and homemovies of this.
 When I need comfort, I bring up this memory of myself in those photos and I feel so warm and safe. I visualize myself being that tiny infant and laying on my Daddy’s chest.

At times, memories are all we have to sustain and comfort us …