What lives within

When we lose a person it is not just who they were and what they represent that is lost to us, but all that was important to them as well. Those who lived on only in their memories are also lost.

I think that makes me saddest. That when I am gone, the memories of the beautiful souls, whom no one else lives to remember or aspects of which are known only to me, shall also cease and it will mark the true death of them.

But as I live, so they were and so they mattered. May I live well beyond my years.

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