Perhaps Your Memory Will Be Forever Within Me
Sometimes I wonder if the people we lose are forever in us. And I wonder if we can honor their memory in how we live and love, even after they’re gone.
Sometimes I wonder if the people we lose are forever in us. And I wonder if we can honor their memory in how we live and love, even after they’re gone.
It was him. It was her. It was other nameless faces, souls who die young – lost to addiction, to mothers’ liquor cabinets, and fathers’ guns.
There are no words. No words for this kind of loss, this fragility of life. The strange sense of having so much to say, but not knowing how.