We remember, Daddy.

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Today, my heart whispered a soft hello.

How are you?

 

I remember, Daddy.

I remember the phone call.

I remember the long ride going back home.

I remember the pain in my heart.

I remember crying so hard.

 

It has been 13 years, Daddy.

 

 

I try as much as I can to tell my kids how a great and loving grandfather you were to me. You are dearly remembered and greatly missed.

 

“Our memories, they have to be passed down by those who knew us in life – in the stories they tell about us.”

– Coco, movie

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  1. Hey Mom, I found this in a book and searched about it, read it:

    DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP

    by Mary Elizabeth Fyre

    Do not stand by my grave and weep,
    I am not there; I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sun on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there; I did not die.

    Inspired me, I love this poem ^_^

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