Drizzle

Raindrops fall, beside a tree, engraved with letters, in a heart. A man is seen, adding further... As the distance grows, the man returns, everyday, leaving flowers.

"In Loving Memory"

As each day passes my love, I slowly lose sight of you. I miss the sound of your voice, when you call out my name (no that was not a weeknd reference). Reminiscent aromas, as if you were holding me from behind. Reflections of your voice in a prance across a field of flowers. Memories of your glance, when you awaken me in the night. Thinking about you in the clouds, wondering if sometimes you can hear me. If you chose to wait for me this time…

When someone passes, the way they live on is remnants. How much of them remains. People want to be remembered, that's why they do the things they do. There’s many ways to be remembered... as to touch the heart of a life in your every interaction. The only real way to be remembered- not for your name, not for your fame, not for your face, nor your power, or your wealth. But in the figments of the lives we cross. Fragments that are lost behind the noise and the sound. Memories that are lost in the background.

'She brought you something special when she came into your life. That's what you hold on to. That's how you keep her alive' (Bridge to Terabithia).

"R + L"