Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 25, 2016 by Jan Wilberg

When you’re gone
Your things stay
They breathe
And live
Replace you
Speak you
What you were
Parts in stacks
In drawers
Things forgotten
Now precious
Pieces of paper
You touched
are golden
Category: WritingTags: death, family coping after death, grief

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Oh my. Sighing. Really well done. Reminds me of walking into my father’s house just hours after he died. Realizing the shirts in the closet were those he last touched. His toothbrush still in the medicine cabinet. Everything seemed precious.