The memory is a funny being... i see so clearly yesterday... those are the stories we share... our pictures are perfect....full of color... scenes filled with love... life... experience... tasted... treasured... it is part of a bigger picture... i see a life before... when time often stood still just based on a mood... the end of a day... the depth of a moment... captured in time...yet brought to life... through the heart of another... one created in unconditional love... that which brought a light into a world that began dark... story less... distant... misunderstood... yet... as time passed and days of darkness became filled with memories of another day... one who was before a time... who gave an all for the sake of a cause... which unbeknownst to you... your time had not come... yet in the sunrise again on another day... which the heart of this one gave life to another... i for one never felt that truth until I dared to dream... of a small love that would fill a place that was never known until... a face... a photo... when a word was made that promised a day only to wait... when a call was made out of sheer desperation... for a bath and a cut... a check up and some shots... to keep the badness away... you were from a home that taught you to respect your home... you knew the way of the one that comes and goes within a request... and your little face... what was once told was then aged by years... but love is unconditional... whether given or shared... whether gifted or received... you became the grace that I know... i see you in the moments of youth... yet when someone has the only desire but to share what is the only day to which this new life knows to be celebrated... i celebrate yesterday within tomorrow... and cherish and am thankful for the love shared with me by the one who... in reality live their name closer to reality than life itself... thinking of you, gracie... good dog, you...