Memory is Tricky

Today my daughter told me sorrowfully that she couldn't remember Grandma's voice.  She could only remember when she said "Grammmmyyyy" Grandma would say "whatteeee".  So many thoughts tumbled through my brain.  So many responses:  "I know, sweetie, me too" "Memory does that"  "It doesn't mean you've forgotten Grandma".  But they all seemed so small and wrong.  So I just hugged her close and prayed.