Qurratulain

It is the strangest thing to know that the world still exists without you, and evolves with each day that passes after you are gone. The leaves in Autumn fade to yellow, even though you are not here to rake them out of your yard. The moon is pulled over the sun as nightfall begins while you are asleep forever somewhere else. We all still love more unconditionally than ever, despite how much we miss you. The pages in your books continue to sit idle and untouched while your name still decorates the cover. In many ways, you are forgotten and remembered all at once, and then celebrated all over again.

So here is to you, and all of the other wonderful things we have lost.

RTH

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