I once read that we die three times: first when our bodies die; next when our bodies are buried and that we are out of sight; and third, when our loved ones forget us.
Not to me. In my heart, they lived and will always will.
Not to me. In my heart, they lived and will always will.
A trip to the cemetery on All Saints' and Souls Day.
Yes, they are always in my heart.
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