Stories Collected While Living in France
photo by my friend Leigh Elliot
I went to your house today.
And stood amongst everything that was you
I can hardly think of you without crying,
so I try not to think of you,
though there I was in your house…
Your loving son told me I could take something of yours.
I took your yellow tin sewing box that had the scissors I use to cut your hair with, also your beret and your house key, that you gave me years ago.
Very moving, Corey. And beautifully said.
Memories, made more precious….
Oh so incredibly beautiful and touching…
Thinking of you, dear Corey and remembering all of your sweet stories of Annie. With love. Hugs to you.
Such memories. Sometimes sadness willing over whelm you. But the good memories will stay.
She will always be with you and you will feel it and see it often. <3 Thanks to you, Annie was very alive and real for many people who never met her in person, and a more alive spirit does not exist than hers.
My heart aches for you.
beautiful and heartbreaking
I’m so sorry to hear of Annie’s passing…the loss of your French mother-friend. Your words about her over the years painted a vivid picture of the wonderful soul she was, and we thank you for sharing her with us! Cherish all of your many memories. And, in time, I hope your heart does not ache as much and you feel some peace, and even joy, knowing that your lives were intertwined.
Tears are welling up in my eyes from reading this. I’m sad, but also happy that you have something tangible of Annie’s to go with you many wonderful memories of her.
Oh my gosh, Corey, I ache for you – I can not imagine your pain, but, through your words I feel your loss. Friends tell me that we should celebrate the life of our loved we have lost. How does one do that when the pain is so deep? Love to you.
I am sorry for the pain you are experiencing. Sometimes that is the price we pay for loving but what of the higher price we pay for not loving? We willingly share with you Dear Corey.
It will take a long time until the tears turn to smiles. I’m so sorry your heart aches as you miss your dear friend.
It’s the simple things, Corey, that mean the most. How lovely are the memories of the items you chose. For me, it was my dad’s handkerchiefs and newsboy caps and my mother’s scissors with the string still attached that prevented it from going far beyond the drawer. They still evoke the tender feelings of memory.
I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks…those items carefully chosen more precious than gold-
This entry made me cry, I’m so sorry for your loss…..
Lovely picture. You picked the perfect items to remember your friend.
I wonder what someone would pick of mine
to remember me
Dear Corey,
It is incredible to me to see or have little items that belonged to my Mother or Grandmother that I have seen all of my life and how just seeing them brings back a flood of memories. Your memories of Annie and her lessons to you will last you forever, Corey……as they are her gifts to you. In time, memories can warm your heart in place of the painful loss.
Thinking of you and your friend…the picture and the sentiment are moving and beautiful…they will stay with me always. xoc
Dear Corey, Thank you for sharing this with us. It is so beautifully written and she was such a precious beautiful part of your life.So appreciate your Love for her.
beautiful – touching momentos – love abounds and carries us forward – so grateful that you have shared your personal feelings with us
Precious momentos to join the lovely memories you hold dear in your heart. She was a lovely friend to you and vicariously, to us. We all loved your posts about the love you shared.
So tender. So sparely, beautifully written to convey so much.
I am so sorry Corey – such a beautiful post for your beautiful friend.
My most heartfelt condolences to you Corey. How fortunate that Annie was in your life.
oh Corey, so much love…can bring that feeling up instantaneously! hang in there..❤
Beautiful photo of you in the field.
And, a beautiful tribute to your dear friend.
Beautiful words, sweet and simple
And a beautiful photo, too.
Love and prayers
Sweet memories are held in your hand with the sewing box and key. Sending a hug!
I took one of my dad’s tweed jackets. And cried to find a program to a performance he’d been to recently in that mysterious inner pocket that men’s jackets have. Almost 20 years later, the program is still there.
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