Today some of my memories of this day 17 years ago are starting to fade, the details less sharp, less present than they have been in the past.
And yet, at other times, my memories of you feel as clear as if they had just happened yesterday
Today I can hear your voice and sense your presence even though 17 years have passed.
Today is simply for quiet reflection and time shared with G and M, the grandchildren I know you’d have loved.