Memory can tell us only what we were,
In company with those we loved;
It cannot help us find out what each of us,
Alone, must now become.
Yet, no person is really alone;
Those who live no more still echo
Within our thoughts and words,
And what they did has become
Woven into what we are.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again.
Death leaves a heartache
No one can heal;
But Love given by the person who is no more leaves a memory
No one can steal.
I understand that it is a rough time that you are going through. Just want to say that I am right here for you and will pray to God so that you can handle it well. May your grandma’s soul rest in peace.
I am sorry to hear that you lost your sister like this. May god gives you and your family the strength to overcome the situation.
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