She was a memorist, holding onto the collective experiences of an entire generation.

We all depended on her for our memories—faces in scrapbooks, grandma’s favourite recipes, names of distant relatives.

On the day she died, all she remembered faded away and her family was left with only a void.

Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.