He doesn’t talk much about the day she left.
Some losses are too deep for words — they settle quietly in the heart and stay there.

Instead, he remembers her in small, tender moments: a quiet afternoon filled with soft light, a steady hand held just a little longer, a presence that never truly faded.

Illness may have taken her body, but it could never touch the love she left behind.
That love lingers — in memories, in silence, in the spaces where her laughter once lived. 🕊️

Life took more than it ever gave.
And yet, somehow, goodness still found a way to remain — in gratitude, in remembrance, in a heart that continues to love even after loss. ✨

If you’re carrying someone gently in your heart today, leave a word, a thought, or a quiet prayer for them.
Love remembers. Love stays. 🙏🤍