Memories are nice for a season. For example, I have a picture of a golf green in Scotland with a ball sitting four feet from the hole. It has significant memory for me, but when I die picture will likely be thrown away. However, I have taught my sons to play golf, and that will have meaning forever.
I don't want to steal too much of Regi's thunder, but I do have a copy of his book available for purchase at thebyrdstore.
Oh... the memory of that photo? Here it is: