When roses cease to bloom, dear...

"If the people we love can no longer be with us...

the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them."

When roses cease to bloom, dear
and violets are done,
When bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,

The hand that paused to gather
Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn.--
Then take my flower, pray!

~Emily Dickinson

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You've stayed on all this while for us, haven't you?
To see us through the hard times.
It must have been hard letting go. But...

We're alright now. We'll be alright by ourselves.

And perhaps, he has been waiting there all this while for you.
Watching over you, loving you, missing you...

Rest now, together...in eternal sleep.

For this beautiful dream will last forever.
...

Thanks for the memories.

Farewell.