MOC 11 - Day 2 - Art Journal
- Description
- The journaling is a poem which was read by the minister at my moms funeral, the translation is something like this:
When I die, I am not gone at all, although my body has turned to ashes, my friend, because with everything that rustles and sings, I will come back again. Through the chirping of the birds in the trees, through the fluttering strokes of butterflies, through the dance of the flakes on your window, I will give you a greeting every day. And when the birch leaves budding in the spring and you feel a warmer wind, you will sense the immortality of my soul when I softly kiss your cheek. And then you know, I'm not gone, no I’m closer than you can understand, through everything that rustles and sings, my greeting of love will reach you.
Credits: Remembrance Collection by NBK Design
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