It’s been years since my family moved away, and I still feel their warmth in my heart whenever I think about the moments we shared. The joy we had together is a treasure I’ll always carry with me.
One of my favorite memories was taking my grand kids to the park. The way they’d laugh and run, the pure joy in their faces—it’s something I’ll never forget. Every time I look at that photo, it brings back those moments. It’s like the park itself isn’t just a place, but a memory tied to love.
After each park visit, we’d stop by the Iron Horse restaurant. It wasn’t just about the food; it was about the stories and laughter that came with it. That spot held those memories, and now that they’re gone, it feels emptier, but I hold onto those moments as if they’re still here.
I know love isn’t always easy, but it stays with you even when they’re apart. Those memories are like a glue, keeping me connected. Even though they’re moved away, their love remains in these stories.
And I believe, no matter how far apart we’ll be, in those moments will always remind me of their love.