Recently I lost a relative and on the same day I walked past a church and went to light a candle for their memory. At that moment I started to think about how fine the line between life and death is; it can be easily crossed but there’s no coming back. There’s something very dramatic about it; the body is left behind like an empty shelf and everything that used to be inside it has vanished – just like that; it’s like a game-over and you can only dream about second chances.
They say it takes a full year to get over losing a close person. Instead of being sad we shall cherish their lives, keep the traditions they set up going strong, talk about the good memories and be grateful that they were a part of our lives – maybe without them we wouldn’t be who we are today an after all, we will always have the memories.
To cherish the life of my grandmother, I will add her bracelet to my wrist and from now on I will be carrying both of my grandmothers’ memories with me along the way. It feels almost extraordinary how many memories can be linked into just little bit of gold and how that little bit of gold is suddenly the most valuable possession I have.
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