Welcome to
Forget-Me-Not Books
where every life has a story worth telling
and a memory worth preserving.
In the days after a loss, families hear stories they’ve never heard before—small moments, details, and memories that capture who their loved one truly was.
But over time, those stories begin to fade or are never shared again.
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Forget-Me-Not Books
was created to
keep their story alive so who they were is not lost.
View Sample Remembrance Book
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How Does It Work
just 3 EASY STEPS
TO CREATING A BOOK FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL
Step 1
Step 3
Invite family and
friends.
We organize, print,
& deliver your book.
Step 2
Everyone adds
stories and pics
You provide heartfelt stories, cherished photographs, and
personal anecdotes shared by friends and family
We organize, curate, and publish a unique personalized book that honors and celebrates the life of your special someone.
There is nothing cookie cutter about these books. Each book is unique to the individual.
about the Books
Unlike other companies our books have:
"SHARABILITY"
Our electronic flipbook version allows you to share your book over and over again.
Unlike other companies our books have:
"GATHER-ABILITY"
Our books are printed in a landscape format so people can sit together at the kitchen table and read them together.
Unlike other companies our books have:
"FREE ADDITIONAL CONTRIBUTORS"
You can have as many people contribute stories and pics. You don't have any additional charges.
Unlike other companies our books have:
"ATTRACTIVE HIGH QUALITY STRUCTURE"
Our books are attractive high gloss hard case books with high quality paper and high color ink.
Don't let their story disappear
Get our free e-booklet
"7 Memories families lose when they
wait too long"
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Their Story
memories and stories shared
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Read this shared memory of a hitchhiker trying to get home for the holidays. Back in 1972 "The Firehouse Night" I'll never forget the story my brother told me after one of his classic adventures hitchhiking across the country in the 70s. He had this way of attracting both trouble and kindness at the same time. He’d been picked up by a guy driving a beat-up old station wagon somewhere out west. The guy had already picked up another couple who had a broken motorcycle that was now on the top of the station wagon. They hadn’t gone too far when the car sputtered and died in the middle of a snowstorm. Just their luck. A local cop came by, saw all of these young people freezing on the side of the road, and shook his head like he’d seen it all before. The town was so small it didn’t even have a motel, and the snow was too thick to risk driving to the next town. So what did the cop do? He took them to the firehouse. The group of them ended up sleeping in the local firehouse, eating chili out of a communal pot with the firemen. The others slept on cots while my brother spread his sleeping bag out on the back running board of the fire engine. He said it was one of the warmest nights he’d ever had — not because of the heat, but because of the generosity. "