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LEGACY OF LOVE IN YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE....

You loved them dearly. Now they are gone and you wonder how they will be remembered


Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide 

Saying goodbye to a loved one’s life is painful.  Your memories are many but there remains a hole, an abyss, a void where once stood your dear person.  You know you’ll never forget them but then you worry you might forget some of the details.  You worry that others won’t remember the things that made your loved one so very special.  You worry they’ll quickly forget.To begin, don’t forget that the individual you miss so greatly will be remembered according to the life they lived.  Their special hallmarks will remain indelible. Still, you wonder how they will be remembered years from now.  You, as one who loved dearly, can sustain a part of their legacy.  Actually, we all do it naturally though not all of us do it consciously.  We tell their stories.  We hold on to our memories.  Still, you wonder, how will they be carried forward? It doesn’t have to be in big ways.  Grand drama is not a part of everyone’s daily life.  Small gestures, small things are often ideal.  But how?  What expresses their essence?

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