im reading this book and it talks about how when we have pictures to serve us as a memory for those who have passed away its like taking a part of death’s suitcase. Imagine like we had no type of acknowledgement of eachother. I think about you everyday but its the thought that i know your still around. Even if we dont talk your still there but what if like we had nothing, none of thisssss to prove that were still around o.o
