Remembrance

Remembrance

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Loss is one of the hardest things that we will ever face in life. Loss of family, of friends, of beloved pets and good times. Of heroes and idols. But while they may be gone physically from our world, they never truly leave. They're there in everything we do, and in everything we say. Our memories allow us to revisit our loved ones in the best of times (the worst, too). We can smile at what they might say to us, now. And we can find comfort in the possibility that they have joined the ranks of our guardian angels; 'cause you know they'd totally jump at the chance to watch over us. But it's up to the ones left behind to remember. [Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for personal future reference.] Full poem + Author's Notes.
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