Memorials are the strangest things. They remind us not of the person who has passed but our own grief at the passing. We cry and the sadness that comes out is a release, a passage away from those we knew and toward a stronger self.

The memories we have of those we have lost are like candles, burning in our minds they flicker and fade as time sets upon them. Once they have been extinguished they can be relit, but are ever growing weaker as they burn.

Surrounded by those who, like ourselves, mourn the passing of others a memorial is a place to publicly announce our grief. Once the moment has passed and the outpour of self is complete we return to our lives, comforted in the thought that others know we care.


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