memories

when i was little my great grandma died. i remember her so well. and then one of my sisters too. i wake up from dreams knowing that my sister and i have been together in my dream, i can hear her voice, smell her like soft lavender, feel the softness of her hand. there is no sadness in death, but new life.from both of them did i learn great love. and continue to in my memories of them.we all have memories of ones who were of great love. hang onto those memories, find peace in them. and you will grow. in love, in peace, and in serenity :)