No, they’re not coming back. Yes, it is painful. I live a lot of days in memories of them.

As I think of them, in memory, I realize again that they would not want me to curl up and die too, tempting as that sometimes is.

They are gone, but I still have a mission, to reflect them in things I say and do, because they are part of me.

If I fail them, let them truly and completely die, they are forever gone.

Obviously I don’t know specifically what you’re referring to but your words resonate with me in many ways, especially as I grow older.

Time to ask: for how long? what left? What about now?!!
Not sure but I keep asking myself thousands of times maybe then it will rest .

This really hits right in the feels.

Great song 🎶

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