In 1998 she passed on... but there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the conversations we might have today. I always feel like a part of her lives in me.
The things I need not forget; Her passion for fashion, the way she made pie, her clip-on earrings, the way she spoke dutch, her savvy independence, the way her sheets smelled like 4711 perfume. So many things I need not forget and never will.
Even when someone passes on, there is more than a gravestone marking their memory. The memories always remain in your heart.
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