You Can’t Take It with You When You Go, But What You Leave Behind May Live On
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You Can’t Take It with You When You Go, But What You Leave Behind May Live On

We of course want to honor, remember and feel connected to someone we love who has passed on, and utilizing/keeping some of their belongings can be a great way to do that, but at the same time, it may feel like we’re robbing the dead, being insensitive or trying to move on without them too quickly… But on the other hand, are we to memorialize them with their earthly possessions left in place? If so, for how long? Is that what they would want us to do? Let’s examine more below.

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The Detroit Cap On My Dash
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The Detroit Cap On My Dash

White and quilted, embroidered in blue
Elastic backing with an Old English D sewn through

It was given away at a Tigers game for free
I used to have the same one, but I lost it… you know me

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Hope Floats, Rivers Flow
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Hope Floats, Rivers Flow

When the thunder rolls and lighting strikes
Are we going to bunker down?
Will we assume it will always be this way
Or let our guards fall to the ground?

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What Happened To You?
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What Happened To You?

Even calm waters have the ability to sink a ship. So, what does all of this mean? It means none of us are immune to grief -it’s a part of the human experience. It can break us or shape us depending on how we navigate the waters, upkeep our vessel and what we’re open to learning along the journey.

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Candles Flicker
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Candles Flicker

Candles flicker, flowers bloom.
There is beauty around us,
amidst the gloom.

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It Was Time To Go
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It Was Time To Go

Pieces of broken families
came together as one.
Wholeness in the emptiness,
but the journey had just begun.

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The Life Of Suzanne
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The Life Of Suzanne

When reminiscing about my Nana, many memories flood my mind. One of my favorites is: Nana bringing me a Whopper Junior in her Louis Vitton purse at family holidays.. I was not a picky eater & didn’t have an iversion to holiday meals, but I, like many kids, enjoyed the occasional fast-food burger. My Nana knew this, and so she brought them for me. She was always thinking of others.

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