Today, I found old letters from family members written long ago. These letters are like an echo, a voice from the past reminding me of those I love.
Their voices tell me what was happening then and remind me that those whose voices I no longer hear loved me.
Old letters are the closest you can get to a hug from someone who is no longer here. I hope you have some old letters to bring those echos and distant hugs back to you. ❤️
Cancer….why
So I asked
There was no answer, only silence
Again I asked
CANCER…why
Still no reply
In anger and frustration I yelled
CANCER….WHY
Still silence, no answers
I can only cry.
cancer….why
My tears fall. My heart is silently broken.
There are no answers, the fight begins and still I wonder why in the silence
There are places that when you think of them, they evoke strong memories and feelings. They remind you of the first time you visited or the time you were there with your friends or when you first took your children there. They remind you of people, of events and times that have passed. These places when you think of them or visit them again bring a smile to your face and joy to your heart. These are the places of your heart.
Sakaw Iskwew 