Ann Laemmlen Lewis, 2014

“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.”

~Frederick Buechner
(Book: Whistling in the Dark https://amzn.to/3OPAhdu)

This is why I write.  Words.  As long as there are words, no one need ever die.  These words are my immortality.  Without words, I would drift into obscurity and my life would disappear into nothingness.  I can’t bear the thought of that.  We must remember each other.