The ring of grief

Thankful you left something behind for me

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When I think of you, candles come to mind. The more I light them, the more they disappear. Occasionally, I’m able to conjure a beautiful flame of a memory of you. At first, it was easy to remember the clangor of your laugh and the spark in your eyes each time you smiled. As time stretches on, those flashbacks begin to flicker around in my brain. They’re not as…