Monday, January 14, 2019
When someone close to you passes they never truly leave you, not completely. A part of them stays behind. A small part of their soul, the part that touched you when they were by your side. The memories of them: the smile that sneaks up when you hear "your song," the giggle that escapes when you hear that punchline only the two of you understood, the tear that's she'd when you smell their favourite shirt. You will never truly be alone; they will never truly be gone. Condolences with all my heart Mary and Brett Rae
