Today I decided I am going to change the way I talk about a loved one who has passed. Why do we stop “loving” them after they are gone?

I used to say, "I loved her so much.” Or, “What was her name?"

Today I asked someone the name of a daughter who he lost by saying, "What is her name?" It felt right to say it that way. Her name is still Vaeda. She didn't lose her name when she died.

I didn't love my Granny, I LOVE my Granny. I love her every day even though she became an angel over a year ago. She lives with me; she is all around me — in my thoughts and vivid in my memories.


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