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A lot of people talk about when life begins. Some say it begins at conception. Love, however, can begin a long time before that. You can love the idea of a child, the notion, the plans for a future. You can love the dreams and the hopes. Similarly, although a life has a definitive ending, love does not.

Even when a child is taken from us far too early the love remains, the traces that they were there remain in our hearts and minds, because love is not tied to a finite space of time. It doesn't know days, weeks, hours. All love knows is the beauty of another being and the pain of the loss of them.

The only comfort we can take from all of this is that if our love for a child is not linked with how long they are alive for, it makes sense that neither is their love for us. That is how love endures, and surrounds us all everyday, and helps us survive the difficult business of living on without them. So today is a day for tears and healing and remembering the spaces in our hearts where those we love never die.
A friend of mine lost her son and asked me to write and record myself reading something to be played at the memorial. This is what I wrote, posting it here for posterity.

Sending love to that friend, and her son. :rose:
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haphazardmelody Sep 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I don't even know what to say.

This is perfect. :heart:
Thank you, it was very hard but an honour to be asked to write.
Wow... Very well written...
there was a boy who I went to school with who died unexpectedly at a young age and his initials were also JB.
:tighthug: Sorry to hear that
Aurora9912 Sep 14, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
WinterLeave Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
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