I know you.
I know that at one time, or perhaps even still, you were loved very much. Maybe over time, your loved ones stopped coming to visit you, and yet you continue to wait for their return. I know, in your lifetime you made a difference and left your mark. I know there were good times, and there were bad times. You laughed, you cried, you got mad, you made friends, you made enemies, you loved and you hated. You forgave and you were forgiven.
What do I want you to know about me?
I care, I will listen if you have something to say. I will sit here in the darkness with you in silence, if that will bring comfort to you. I will tell you it is OK to let go and move on, if that is what you need. I am here, to respect, honor, and celebrate your life, and the person you once were, and still are. Because, I know you.