There are precious people that have enriched my life and are no longer with me on a daily basis. I mourn their loss. I celebrate their new life. Sometimes pain and joy go hand in hand.
We put our names and footprints into the cement to memorialize our experience; yet, another owner of the house and walkway will not appreciate our “graffiti.” While it may have been jackhammered up and replaced, there is no jackhammer in my memories.
What is it that you both mourn and celebrate?