Life is beautiful.
We make so many wonderful memories!  
And the houses we live in aren't just empty spaces
Such beautiful moments have been had in it.
Children playing and growing. Ragged dolls stuffed in corners
Late night sneaking out of teenagers, kisses and curdles in the sitting room
Occasional making out sessions in the garden.
Parents screaming, trying to drive their points home,
Children crying, defiant.
Birthdays and anniversaries celebrated with love,
Most importantly, everyone's made their marks and the space in the house isn't empty after all.
Grandparents passing on left a void in our lives, so does the loss of loved ones
And as surely as life goes on, we move on too. Remembering them in one way or the other.
Pictures of them remain with us forever! And suddenly, there's no proof of them being here in the first place
It's like some good artist sat down and created paintings of a particular image
Adding colours of grey to their head to show they are ageing
Or perhaps some lines on their faces to show that the stress of this world got to them too,
  an extension of the corners of their mouth to show happy moments!
It just doesn't make sense any more.
Discovering someone you've known all your life has vanished and would never come back
And you clutch desperately to albums as if that would keep them forever in your hearts.
Hmmmm! The memories are important! I'll make mine too.