When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
Because of you…
I know how to argue.
I give everyone I love a silly nickname.
I know how to take care of myself.
I don’t put up with nonsense from anyone.
I have compassion for the poor.
I am intrigued by the elderly.
I grew up reading a print newspaper every day.
I find companionship in cats and dogs.
I donate to charity.
I will always laugh at (and decline) giblet gravy.
I strive for perfection.
I value education.
I know how to cook a mean grilled cheese sandwich.
I despise cigarettes.
I have an amazing altar.
I light a white candle every year.
I make it very clear with people where they stand with me.
I am more open-minded about different races, religions and perceptions.
I have vivid dreams from time to time.
I smirk at wood-paneled station wagons.
I do not have any tattoos.
I crack up at Sanford and Son.
I will always have a soft spot for Texas.
I don’t let anything stand in the way of what I want.
Not a day goes by…remember your loved ones.
Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.
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