Today is a day that I find myself having a heavy heart. My Mom passed away seven years ago today. It's hard to believe it has been that long. I feel as if it were yesterday. Today is also my Dad's birthday. He would have been 67 years old. For me, they both were taken much too soon. I miss you both and love you more than words.
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Dorothy Parker
