Keepers of the dead

We're all keepers of the dead. We wear our memories, etched like lithographs, hanging in the hallways of our hearts. We're all walking reminders, of joy and love resounding. Echoing, in the hallways of our hearts. Memories of forgotten blessings, unrecognized miracles, come flooding back with grief. We your fellow keepers, remember, we take the words out of your mouth and speak them as our own. We're all keepers of the dead, with the pain of loss still spreading, you are not alone.