This is the place where we walked together and talked of plans for the many years down the road. There is the bench where we sat and dreamed of our life together. I can still hear the echoes of our love and laughter in this place that we called ours.
There is a place for each of us where we best remember our loved one…a son or daughter, a husband or wife, a mother or father, another family member or friend. There is a time for each of us that we remember most as we smile through our tears, remembering in “the place that we called ours.”