🖌 The Sad Story About This Composition. Longing Memory: It‘s a rainy and gloomy day. Every day a homeless, lonely man comes to the same bench in the park. He reads an old letter. The letter is from his deceased wife, who once sat here next to him. He reads the words as if she were still alive. The bench becomes a place of memory and longing. 🙏 Thanks for listening & watching.
Miss my wife n daughter...died a while back...still go to the shop where we used to meet for lunch...still order the same share platter only now, I eat alone.
I'm sorry you had to suffer this loss. It sounds like those lunches together were a very special time for you. It's understandable that you would want to keep this tradition going to feel close to them. Your wife and daughter must have been very special people. The love we feel for our loved ones remains in our hearts forever, even when they are no longer with us.
🖌 The Sad Story About This Composition.
Longing Memory:
It‘s a rainy and gloomy day.
Every day a homeless, lonely man comes to the same bench in the park.
He reads an old letter.
The letter is from his deceased wife, who once sat here next to him.
He reads the words as if she were still alive.
The bench becomes a place of memory and longing.
🙏 Thanks for listening & watching.
Miss my wife n daughter...died a while back...still go to the shop where we used to meet for lunch...still order the same share platter only now, I eat alone.
I'm sorry you had to suffer this loss. It sounds like those lunches together were a very special time for you. It's understandable that you would want to keep this tradition going to feel close to them.
Your wife and daughter must have been very special people.
The love we feel for our loved ones remains in our hearts forever, even when they are no longer with us.