I read somewhere (I think just in a novel) that no one is really dead until no one speaks their name anymore. So I occasionally read the names from strangers' gravestones out loud to keep them alive, and I quietly whisper the names I write in the "book of the living" in November. I think this is a beautiful thought.
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Amen .
I read somewhere (I think just in a novel) that no one is really dead until no one speaks their name anymore. So I occasionally read the names from strangers' gravestones out loud to keep them alive, and I quietly whisper the names I write in the "book of the living" in November. I think this is a beautiful thought.
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