“When someone we love is now a memory, those memories become the pieces of who we are today. They are the chapters of our story, the unfinished melodies of yesterday, lingering in our depths. They live in the quiet nights that refuse to let go of those days. It is a name written in the sands, unwashed by the waves. To remember is not to cry to be silenced, but to relive the dear moments. Those memories are a doorway to yesterday, that till today remains alive through us, and our telling of the story.”