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Our memories bind us to the past.

Our memories bind us to the past.

This is how I feel about my mom. SHe's gone now, but the grief what will never be takes time to process

Quote of the day : a part of me….

This is how I feel about my mom. SHe's gone now, but the grief what will never be takes time to process

Yeah

Yeah

emotions always hit the hardest at night...pain and grief just seem to well up and finally hit us when we know that no one is watching.

Our Presence: The Gift That Really Matters to our Children

emotions always hit the hardest at night...pain and grief just seem to well up and finally hit us when we know that no one is watching.

Available as a poster, "When tomorrow starts without me."  Someone found this poem clipping in their mother's bible after she died.

Memory Poem Poster

Available as a poster, "When tomorrow starts without me." Someone found this poem clipping in their mother's bible after she died.

Remembering or forgetting?

Remembering or forgetting?

Truth

Truth

Missing someone...

Missing someone...

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