Loss. death. memories Stories

One hundred years of life or more To outsiders it would seem like a goal, a wish, a hope But they didn’t see you decline or how your mind slipped away bit by bit They didn’t have to watch as you forgot the world around you Or the way the people you loved and who loved you were forced to watch you go But now you are free from life’s burdens Free from the tragedy of not knowing who and where you are Rest well and we, your l...

She really hated the holidays, as she wandered and pondered why? Her mind drifts to the celebrations, as she comes to realize."It is for him that I live the way I do. For him tonight are my memories, for him are these words, with a knot in my throat as I cry."Then life came crashing to her once again, tonight she was filled with memories and her heart bleeds. Many years ago on this wonderful night, she said "You can let g...