There are days when I find myself wishing I could pick up the phone, hear their laughter, or sit beside them in the quiet comfort of familiar conversation. My mother, my dad, my brother, my sister, my nieces, my husband—the ones who left too soon but whose presence never fades.
💭 What I Would Say If I had just one more moment, I’d tell them how much they still shape my days. How their lessons echo in my choices, how their love lingers in the spaces they once filled. I’d ask them things I never had the chance to—questions about life, wisdom, and memories I wish I had gathered before they were gone.
🌿 Signs & Reminders Even though I can’t hear their voices, I feel them in the little things—a familiar song, a scent carried by the breeze, a story that brings them rushing back. These whispers from the past remind me they are never truly gone.
✨ The Love That Stays Grief is never about forgetting; it’s about carrying them forward in the way we live, love, and remember. Every lesson, every shared moment, every bit of joy they brought into my life remains woven into who I am today.
💖 If You Could Talk to a Loved One Again… What would you say? What stories would you share? What moments do you hold onto in their absence?
For now, I keep them close in the memories, in the lessons they left behind, and in the love that time can never erase.
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