Mahex
When I was young, I moved a lot. I'm not talking ceitis or even states. I mean countries. Every night I would cry for home, but there was always that sliver of hope, telling me, You can always come back. It will always be there. But even as I returned years later, I always found that the land that I had loved changed. It was not the land I had grown up in, and it never will be again. I have never felt the loss of a person. I could never imagine that degree of loss; the agony, the tears shed. All I can do is try to relate. You can always go back to the person; their footprints forever trapped in that old picture or their remains in a grave. But it will never be the same. All you have are your memories. I hope that you can be with the person that needs you the most, and treasure those memories. That way, you can celebrate the person's life and the person that they used to be. It will mean more than any stupid Hallmark card.