[Lemons] My father’s mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, we run out of everything, but never lemons. Nothing else shelters grief better than memory. It’s my father way of saying, even in your absence, you will be cared by me. 🍋✨🌸 | poetry
As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.
As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the h
... See more“To remember somebody means to put them back together and to hold them within ourselves. As everybody knows—or will come to know—people who you can’t live without die, and you keep living. But once they’re dead, they can be with us all the time.”