fdelano Posted March 4, 2011 Share Posted March 4, 2011 (edited) Over reality of sermons, benedictions and cold hardness insisting, burials follow with years of my stowing away their images at selected times inside one side or the other of my brain where they live as brightly and warm and funny and loving as ever, maybe even better without the accompanying pains of knowing their lives contained troubles I would never know or want to remember. R.I.P. Continue to live with me at odd moments when a word, a smell or even a mood comes questing. Grant me those grins, your laughs or giggles, even a surprising hug out of nowhere you knew I needed. Stay here, your voices of concern when I suffer; bring me your warm company. Edited March 9, 2011 by fdelano Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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