Memory Funerals

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Today was a Difficult Day, said Pooh.
There was a pause.
Do you want to talk about it? asked Piglet.
Pooh thought for a moment. No, I don't think I do.
That's okay, said Piglet, settling down beside him. Pooh glanced at his friend.
What are you doing?
Nothing much, Piglet replied.
Just sitting with you.
I know what Difficult Days feel like.
Sometimes, talking doesn’t help, but knowing someone’s there does.
Pooh let out a small sigh and leaned just a little closer.
As the two friends sat in quiet companionship, Pooh realised—some burdens feel lighter when you don’t carry them alone ❤

“A thousand words
can't bring you back,
I know because I tried;
and neither can a million tears,
I know because I cried.” 💜

~Sarah Ratliff