Over time our memories can morph and fade until the reality may not match our recollections. I know in my own experience she was 26 years old last time I saw her before she left and would now be in her fifties.
An entirely different life over a quarter of a century has went by. The only pictures I have are of a young lady, those are the images I have in my mind.
I know she would look very different today if she had stayed. I am glad the images and the memories remain. But therein lies the fallacy of memories.
Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire..... Isaiah 40: 31 But they who wait upon the Lord will get new strength. They will rise up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weak..