Now Id Die For One More Day, Cause Theres Something I Should Have Told You

Now I’d die for one more day, cause there’s something I should have told you…

How was grief before cameras were invented? Pictures now exist for people to hold onto after their loved ones die, but what about people from less than a hundred years ago? Do they feel guilty about forgetting their loved one's face? A face that was once so familiar to them that they could memorize every wrinkle and freckle? Memories remain, but how long until the person in those memories become a faceless, hollow being? How could you grieve for a person whose face and voice you don't even remember?

Consideration goes a long way, and I wish more individuals could understand that..

A message. 🤍