# Memories

Michaela, My first thought in the morning is always you. As each day passes the feelings of regret do not subside, if there was anything I could do to bring you back into this world I would do. I want you back with us, I miss you and it’s hard to accept that you will never be back, the memories...

Michaela, My first thought in the morning is always you. As each day passes the feelings of regret do not subside, if there was anything I could do to bring you back into this world I would do. I want you back with us, I miss you and it’s hard to accept that you will never be back, the memories...

Camille  was  a  great  family member to  me. I'm  Daniel Formanek,  I'm  her  nephew  sorry  for  your  loss.  

Born 01/20/1936 as Dorothy Mauriello, at home during a snowstorm. She lived in the Bronx until moving to Westchester in 1998. She worked as the Administrative Assistant at Amalgamated Housing for years until retiring to care for her youngest granddaughter. She was married 1957-1986 to Jack Adima...

It has been three years since my father took the last breath of his life in this cruel world which took him away. I held the cold body of my father with tears in my eyes and cried. I still feel the touch of my father and I still remember the unbelievable feeling of that moment. When thinking abo...

When my husband, your firstborn son, told me you passed away in a foreign land, I did not believe him. I could not move. I was in shock. I sat on the stairs for a long time, dazed. Then hot tears came rushing down. What happened? Were you in pain? Were you alone? I didn’t even get the chance to s...

I used to read his poems in course books and knew him as our national poet so Iqbal’s name was not new for me. Giving children an excellent piece of advice in the form of a story but in the style of poetry always fascinated me. As I grew up I felt so attached to Iqbal’s poetry in which he addr...

  Ten years ago, my mother died, I became lonely, many people disappointed me and I felt depressed, felt that life was not worth living,  lost control over my life. Because of these emotions, I felt incredibly tired, and life was overwhelming.  But how did I overcome depression? The answer is ...

I am not a fan of epistles nor do I fancy eulogizing anyone for no good reason. However, if I start to write about a woman so brave and courageous, I would not be able to control my emotion. But I will try to share a little. My mum, Mrs. Bolatito Ajeigbe was the last and the only surviving child of...

Death, you are never a friend, you snatched away my best Friend Tim who walked with me through thick and thin. Life has never been the same, but I thank God that your memories never fade away. It still seems like you departed from us yesterday. Fresh memories of the good things we did together stil...