Ray,

A real though provoking poem.
Once a person dies, all that is left are memories, some tangible, others not.

I stronly belieeve that in some objects, a part of the spirit of the deceased person remains. Things that were of great importance to that individual at the time he was still alive.
I had an uncle, who died age 20 ( I was only 6 years old then) and I mourned his loss for many, many years. I could not speak of him without crying. Then, one day my mother told me I could have the ring my uncle Peter gave his mother, purchased with his first salary. As it happens it was the only thing he ever gave her, for he died too soon. My mother wanted me to have the ring while she was still alive, because she was afraid my brother's wife would claim it. so, I got the ring, it must have been about 14 years ago and from that time something changed inside of me..I wore the ring ever since and finally found peace with his death.

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid