Memories of my loved ones gone . . .

She would have been 46 today, but instead she past away. I still miss her, and sometimes I still cry. I know others do, too. I once wrote a poem for her, but I can't seem to find it now. So instead, I will share part one that will still fill the bill.

Shady Lane

. . .

And on this path I walk alone, with memories at my side,

The memories of my loved ones gone, of how I've laughed and cried. . .