It’s an honour

yphz9fhwtyyrwigyuzpg6qEveryone dies.   My Grandpa told me that once – and while true I didn’t believe him until one day he got so sick and indeed proved me wrong.  And I acted surprised, disbelief.  I have had loss, unimaginable loss.  And there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t relive part of it, and honestly there isn’t a day where I want to forget.  I got to love.

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My Grandpa was a strong and he was a say it like it is kind of guy, he was cheeky and always got away with whatever came out of his mouth.  He was smart, and quick, but the love he emitted – well I was blessed.  I was his Toe- Toe.  He wasn’t my first loss but he helped me through it and I think I miss him the most for that.

Over the past few months I have had the opportunity to meet with people who are wanting to honour their loved ones and remember them in a special way.  I have made some memorial orbs, memorial sea stars, and some beautiful candle holders too.  I felt honour and I felt gratitude.

 

 

 

 

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