"May their memories be a blessing."

I must believe in this. I do believe in this. They are not merely obligatory words, the way we say "G-d bless you" after someone sneezes. The way we say "See you soon" as we say good bye "for now."

When memories are all we have, this is more than a blessing. This is life as we know it. These memories are the things we carry, day to day, night to night.

I have much to be thankful for, despite the burden of sorrow, wrapped in a bundle, attached to my shoulders. I hope I have never hurt anyone, intentionally or otherwise.

How do you mend broken hearts, broken promises, broken links?

Reflect. Repair. Refresh.

May you be inscribed in the Book Of Life. Your book. Your life.