Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
-Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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I do think of loved ones gone when looking at what they touched.
Beautiful post:) I remember the houses and church my grandfather built in the prime of his life – he lived to be 91 – rest his soul. Have a Great Day!