Let me remember
My friend
In my own heart
With my own memories
And the love
I had.
Don’t tell me
What was said after
How other said he was
Stories of things
I don’t want to hear
Because that was not
My friend.
The long years make things softer and memories not so jagged, but sometime those dusty file drawers in one’s brain get lodged open and make a line directly for the heart. I can’t take more in those drawers or in my heart.
As my children grow older I know that their now sparkling and new file drawers in their brains are neat and ordered. Their hearts are light. Over the years the dust will fall. I think of the young people, or anyone who saw that burden on their hearts as too much and the sadness and pain seems so overwhelming. So in honor of your love, remember those who passed in darkness with light, and love and hope for those you will meet one day.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
Love, love this!
We’ve been touched by this too many times. Thank you DiAnne.
WOW – I’m turning not only into a follower – but into a fan!!
Thank you so very very very much for your kind words.
Some memories may get a little dusty from storage, but, as you said, no one should ever espouse to tell another how or what to remember. Great thoughts, J.
Thank you Paul.xoxo