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You left Scotland when you were three. Even though it wasn't your choice, you left behind most of your family. When you first husband died you left the city for a smaller, sleepier town. You left his gravesite there. When your second husband died decades later, you left your house in that town-- again, not by choice, but you left your good health in that old white house on the cul-de-sac. And when you died less than two years later, you left us behind-- left a hole in our hearts-- you left us to live a life without you. But when you died, you also left memories-- laughs smiles hugs love-- you left an impression on us. I guess sometimes it's okay to leave as long as you leave something good behind.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
On Leaving
You left Scotland when you were three. Even though it wasn't your choice, you left behind most of your family. When you first husband died you left the city for a smaller, sleepier town. You left his gravesite there. When your second husband died decades later, you left your house in that town-- again, not by choice, but you left your good health in that old white house on the cul-de-sac. And when you died less than two years later, you left us behind-- left a hole in our hearts-- you left us to live a life without you. But when you died, you also left memories-- laughs smiles hugs love-- you left an impression on us. I guess sometimes it's okay to leave as long as you leave something good behind.
for my grandma. thinking of you always
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kelly-v
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
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