Precious Memories
Loss & Grief
Memory & Nostalgia
Grandma Stella fondly reminisces about the carefree days of her youth spent with a beloved companion, now lost. She yearns for those simpler times as she grapples with loneliness and the grim reality of the present.
As I sit by my window, I dream of days gone by. When we were young and felt undaunted, when we used to walk into the woods each morning or around the lake with our dog happily romping by our side. When everything seemed simple as long as we were together, when the sun seemed to shine brightly all the time - with ne’er a cloud in our sky.
And now you are gone and the sun disappeared, and my skies are overcast. Disease has overtaken our world, we can only look out the window in longing. I dream of our wonderful life together, I wish you to be with me once more. But you cannot. You lie silently in your grave and I dream of days gone by. I dream of the precious days gone by…