100 words

We are all whisps of smoke, drifting on the winds of time. Fleeting and ephemeral. We meet, we drift apart, yet we are always connected in our travels through life.

We are family. Friends, acquaintances, even the briefest of meetings between strangers. We carry those memories with us into the future. We share them with our sons and daughters, but above all we remember.

We forget the tears, the heartache, arguments and anger.

We remember the love, the warm fires and white winter snows. The brilliant beaches and hot summers.

Bye mum. We will love you always, and remember you.