Softer Days

Please take a few minutes to read this beautiful poem by one of my favorite fellow bloggers. It talks about the incredible value of someone else remembering and talking about a loved one who has died. Incredibly beautiful and insightful poem. One of the stanzas that particularly touched my heart says:

But when you speak to me

about my loved one – now gone

I feel a spark, a warming from within

Not found among the dust or

stored possessions.

Softer Days.

It’s such a great comfort when someone remembers our child. It’s like a warm blanket that wraps around us. Possessions – things that we kept that belonged to our child – in and of themselves don’t have any life. It’s the memories and the remembering that contains the life.

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