I've been working on a memory garden for Dad's birthday.
He'd be 81 this week if he were still alive.
After all the weeding, my back is pretty sore, but I used some of the rocks he saved while he was alive and created a heart for him on the corner of the property closest to where his body lies, far far away in Idaho.Making a memory place helps keep hope alive because the emptiness of a loved one's loss is so great. Sometimes it feels we may never see them again to whom we owe so much. Aren't they so worth remembering? And didn't we love them so for taking care of us?
He'd be 81 this week if he were still alive.
After all the weeding, my back is pretty sore, but I used some of the rocks he saved while he was alive and created a heart for him on the corner of the property closest to where his body lies, far far away in Idaho.Making a memory place helps keep hope alive because the emptiness of a loved one's loss is so great. Sometimes it feels we may never see them again to whom we owe so much. Aren't they so worth remembering? And didn't we love them so for taking care of us?
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