( In memory of Eleanor) It's the little things that mean so much A kind word A gentle touch A hug A smile A laugh Sharing of thoughts together singing dancing expressing of one's self with another accepting oneself and also accepting others caring that is expressed in many ways.
It's the little things we often take for granted as we go about our busy day thinking that I will talk to them tomorrow instead of taking the time today We are not guaranteed tomorrow seize the present moment today Once time is gone, it can be recaptured It is like sand quickly slipping through our hands
The little things that are so precious like blessings from above Cherish time with loved ones before time does slip away They might not be here tomorrow but you have today
Those memories are very precious kept like an image in a locket held close to our hearts The love of those closest to us is likened to a light on a dark and lonely day
It's the little things that are so precious and priceless which money can never buy We may not have tomorrow, so we can try to make the most out of today
I recently lost a friend that was so dear. My sister's mother-in-law. Who I did some respite care for before she went to the nursing home. She was like family to me. Her funeral was on Christmas Eve eve.