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A response to the song, 'Memories.' |
| Something about growing older, (obituaries are like memory books) and we feel like we've lost more people than we know. But as long as we remember them they yet have life, although differently, and we've yet a long way to go. Missing is remembering, a bringing into focus of those we've lost along the way. Across the world or beyond the veil we can still grasp their essence for they are not that far away. The hugs become a mental squeeze, the echoes of their voices the distant song of other rhymes. Faded photographs, that 'one day when...' imbued with love with unyielding and stay with us for all our times. Far is just perspective; a how we choose to perceive: near and far are neighbors across the way. Kept in our hearts and in our minds we need to remember they're not that far away. |