I remember you

If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

I need to write the following with my left hand as my dog is asleep on my other arm….šŸ˜‚ Edit.. and now he has awoken and moved and I can come back to edit. Something I often forget to do.

Thank you for the Daily Prompt, WordPress. I shall use this space with names of others in my head and dedicate something to them.

‘ To all those we have loved and lost’. This would be beautifully engraved on a plaque and attached to the back rest of a bench. It would be a memorial to the considerable amount of people and animals I have been fortunate to spend time with here on Earth, before they moved on.

It would be a wonderful thing if throughout any given day all manner of humans and wildlife would spend time here. Maybe a weary mom, just taking a breather with some coffee, before she needs to get up and on with her day. An elderly chap and his little dog may sit for a while to watch the world go by. A paramedic after a gruelling shift may stop and collect themselves before heading home. A young woman with a broken heart unable to go anywhere else at the time, or maybe a blackbird taking shade. They would all be so welcomed….And at the end of the day when the sun is going down and dusk falls a weary soul will lay down, feeling safe and secure and rest until dawn.

6 thoughts on “I remember you

  1. That bench sounds like a soft pause in a noisy paragraph.

    It holds more than tired legs. It holds stories, tears, and quiet victories.

    Grief often walks with no map. Your bench offers it a seat, some shade, and maybe a deep breath.

    Even a blackbird landing there feels like a quiet handshake between worlds.

    You didn’t build just a bench. You built a gentle stop sign for the soul.

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