Abbie's Tree House ♦ 2 October , 2020 ♦ 2 Comments
“We think we no longer love our dead, but that is because we do not remember them: suddenly we catch sight of an old glove and burst into tears.” ~Marcel Proust, in a letter from 1913
Our loved ones never, ever leave our hearts. I remember after my Mom died, it was the first time in my life I had truly realized that love never dies
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…I agree with Mona…
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Our loved ones never, ever leave our hearts. I remember after my Mom died, it was the first time in my life I had truly realized that love never dies
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…I agree with Mona…
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