Remembering…
January 10, 2019 2 Comments
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
Your remembering is my consolation and helps remind me that I actually exist.
Frederick Buechner
My Father (upper left), My Grandmother (below my father), My Beloved Irisha (center), My Mother (lower right), Two of my Aunts (next to mother and father)
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Indeed… Thank you KT for reading and commenting. 🌸
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