Il y a une place dans votre cœur pour chaque moment vécu.

There is a place in your heart for every moment lived. For every memory, every sound and smell.

There is a little door that opens and creates room. A room that stores.

A story that is being written.

We come to ends. Decisions are taken. Choices made. And we leave that door.

Leave that room.

Did we close the door?

Did we say good-bye before we opened the new?

Griefing howls long and deep. An open door, the wind blows through.

Have you said your farewells?

History talks back to us. Reminders of a past well lived. A door left open.

Tears and laughs, love and disappointment.

Doors that never closed and doors that locked.

Stories we wanted to leave.

Holding on to what may still sounds.

And saying my good-byes.