I see the trend

I can only change it.

Choose the memories,
  balance the feelings.

The sad and bad times will be there.

They will never go away.

Nor will the other side of the coin.

Niece's first Christmas,
 clutching the bear a few days after chemo.
  She still has it.

A friend saying,
  you won't leave me on the street?
   No, and I gave you time to make it home.

A bottle of water,
 

Each memory a reminder.