He remembered holding the infant Eddie in his arms, the boy light and hollowed out.

He remembered holding the three boys at once, heavy as a bowling ball.

Though come to think of it, I don't ever remember holding any of his clothes.

She remembered holding his hand when he gasped his last breath.

I only remember holding my woman so tightly she had to ask me to let her breathe.

I vividly remember holding an 8-year-old who cried every night because he didn't want his parents to get divorced.

I remember holding his head for what seemed like forever.

Remember holding your nose when you took medicine as a child?

Do you remember holding a large conch shell up to your ear to hear the ocean?

I didn't remember ever holding it in my own hand.