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Precious memories never die

After the death of my granddaughter, Talia, my cousin arranged for her name to be added to a plaque at the Children’s Memorial Garden.

They held the memorial service outside. The ceremony opened with family members, friends, and neighbours gathered along the path of the garden.

My cousin’s daughter attended with her two young daughters. My heart warmed to see them paying respects and offering condolences. I watched them holding hands, the older girl (in grade 2) taking care of her little sister (in kindergarten). Sweet innocence and sibling love.

Watching them together made me pine for Talia’s older sister. Sophia only got to hold hands and take care of her little sister for seven short months.

She will never be able to walk hand-in-hand with her, colour with her, keep secrets with her. She will never be able to stand up for her, stay up late in bed with her, or sing karaoke with her.

Until heaven.

Until then, Sophia will have to rely on photos, dreams, and precious memories.

And visits to the Children’s Memorial Garden.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain…” (Revelation 12:4, NIV)

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