Don’t forget me when I’m gone.
I had goals, dreams, plans;
and though I’m gone, I would hope
that my dream would dream on in you–my love
would love on in you.
The brokenness finds meaning in sure gracelets
that plant and reproduce
in 1 life, in 2 lives, 3, 4.
Don’t let my dreams die with me.
I wonder..is everything ok, with you? I do hope so.
Thank you for asking. It is the anniversary of my dad’s death. and that makes me sad and wondering if I will have done enough to keep his hopes and dreams alive, as well as what it means to me and my family. Want to live for what matters.
I can only imagine how proud he must be…hugs.
Thank you!
So bittersweet and beautiful.
Thanks for that.