Bubbled Wrapped Memories

Good grief, is there such a thing as too precious?

When my maternal Grandmother died, I sat down, cried the deepest cry and then carefully wrapped all of my memories of her in bubble wrap. I placed them in a dark and cool environment, in hopes that they would remain pristine in shape, feel and form. I taped each one with the sturdiest of packing tape and stacked them deep in an alcove inside one of my heart chambers.

Only now, do I realize the grave mistake I made. Pun intended.