glowliving keepsakeskeep what time takes
for the people we cannot keep forever.
glow keeps a loved one’s voice — one quiet evening of their stories, given back as bedtime stories told in their voice, a book that speaks, and messages for days that haven’t come yet.
tell me about the farm.
“the veld went gold in june. we drank coffee on the stoep before the frost lifted.”
an hour, a few quiet questions. she just talks. glow listens.
who taught you that song?
“my mother. she hummed it wrong on purpose, so we’d laugh.”
held in your family’s keeping. yours to hold, share, and leave behind — always.
what should the little ones know?
“that i chose this life twice. i’d choose it again.”
stories at bedtime, told the way only she tells them. a book that speaks. words for birthdays she may not see.
you have eleven thousand photos of her.
and every one of them is silent.
the first keepsake belongs to the first family.
the people we love don’t end. they go quiet.
some light stays
begin while they’re here.
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