My girlfriend is losing a phone number that has a great deal of sentimental value to her. It is one of the last pieces of a life she once lived and loved and while it might seem small she has been grieving its loss. I’m trying to come up with ways to memorialize this number for her so that she has some way to remember and cherish it even if she can’t keep the phone number itself. Please feel free to comment any other subreddits I could post this in to get ideas

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I love you Dad. You would've loved to see me on my 13th birthday.

Ihr Name war Jenny, sie hatte 2 Tage nach mir Geburtstag, allerdings 2 Jahre früher. Sie war ein Waisenkind bis spät in ihre 20er. Ihr Herz war auf der falschen Brustseite und auch generell haben viele Organe in ihrem Körper wild umhergelegen. Das eine Mal saß ich 3 Wochen neben ihr in der Intensivstation als sie einfach Gallensteine hatte, aber kein Arzt war in der Lage, überhaupt die Galle ausdrücklich zu lokalisieren. Sie hatte einen Wasserbauch und bereits mit 19 eine Narbe auf dem Oberkörper, die gezeigt hat, dass ihr bereits der ganze Brustkorb geöffnet wurde. Ihr Leben bestand zu 75% aus Krankenhaus und zu 25% aus feiern. Sie wusste schon immer, sie hat nicht lange und es gab Ärzte, die bereits über ihren 18. Geburtstag erstaunt waren. Wir hatten wenig Kontakt, aber kannten uns ziemlich auswendig, es gibt im Leben nur wenige Menschen, mit denen man sich nur über Blicke verständigen kann. Dies war so einer. Du hast dich selbst unterschätzt und viel länger durchgehalten, als du dachtest. Das werd ich mir als Beispiel nehmen.

My beautiful little angel. You made me a better person and restored my faith in humanity. I can't stand going through this life without you by my side. When I lost you I lost my world. My gorgeous Julianne you deserved so much better than for your story to end this way. I will always love you and I will keep your memory alive as long as I live. Nothing in the world can compare to you. I pray that you're not suffering or hurting and that you're in paradise watching over me and guiding me with your love. Until we meet again. I will mourn you until I join you. Rest easy my gorgeous little sleeping beauty my heart will always belong to Julianne Gazzani.

July 15, 2008 - September 16, 2021 He was 13. He was a 13 year old trans boy who was full of love and light and strength. He had a girlfriend who loved him, who still loves him, I hope. He was beautiful. Pretty brown hair and pretty blue eyes and the damn prettiest laugh I've ever heard. I want his name to be known. His /real/ name. I'm so sorry for letting your name be forgotten for so long, Kai.

Something I made for Lyssa Chapman. Her sister passed in 2006.

My father died about 8 years ago and my mother is still living. She loves the azalea bushes at a particular park and I’d like to put a memorial bench there for my dad and for her. I’d like to put a plaque on the bench in honor of him and also her, but I’m having trouble figuring out what to write since he has passed and she’s still alive.

Can anyone help? Does anyone have any ideas? Maybe something sweet about them sitting together or about people enjoying the flowers or something?

Any help would be amazing!

My brother's name was Caleb and he passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago, tomorrow. He was my best friend, the one I looked up to, the one I could call, and my go to gaming buddy. We endlessly played video games growing up and I am who I am because of his brilliant soul.

I miss you every day bro and I wish you could have met my one love and our boys

In memory of a one-of-a-kind, artistic soul named Daniel "Moe" Thomas. Moe passed away due to a tragic fire in Oakland, California in 2015. I wanted to ensure his legacy lived on through his art. His collection of works is preserved on this mirror site—a glimpse into his artistry and mind: https://wesplittheatom.tumblr.com. This post is dedicated to anyone seeking to remember Moe. Rest in peace, friend.

Artist archive: https://wesplittheatom.tumblr.com/archive

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A year and a half ago my wife of 42 years passed away. It's getting easier; I have many wonderful memories of our life together.

One of her favorite songs was Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley, though her favorite rendition was the one by Celtic Thunder. In the last months of her life, she would frequently ask me to play the DVD for her.

In her memory, I composed a new verse for the song. I'm not a musician or a poet. It just kind of popped into my head, but expresses how much she impacted my life:

I've heard it said that love is blind, That pain and heartache's all you'll find.
And baby, it was true until I met ya. You lifted me from deep despair
And showed me what it means to care,
And now my heart is singing hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelu----jah.

This is for you, love. I miss you!

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Has a loved one ever reached out to you from the other side? Hear the stories of those who have.

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Good morning everyone, I first just wanted to say thank you to whomever reads this through, and for the creator of this sub, for giving me a place to share this.

Yesterday, I got a call from a buddy of mine from High School that I was not prepared for. He informed me that about a month ago, we lost one of our other good friends from that time, Jake.

Jake was 24 years old when he made that journey back home. I didn’t really know his family very well, and I’ll be honest, after I graduated, we lost touch and have not spoken to each other since. It wasn’t ill will or anything, life just got crazy, as it seems it always does when we get older. After hearing the news, I was in shock, I could not believe that he was gone. I still am not exactly sure what to say or think. Jake was in the class right below mine, and sure he had his demons and his qualities, but overall, you could tell that he was a good person. I know he had a rough home life, and so did I, so I think thats why we bonded in the first place.

I met Jake my Sophomore year after I had moved back home, he was a freshman. We shared at least one class together for the next three years, and during that time, we became good friends. I introduced him to several of my other friends, and we shared many good times together. We were young and dumb, but we were all out having a good time. We used to play pranks on each other, and our other friends, like that time you decided to go to that summer camp with us, and we pranked Randall, by picking his mattress up while he was asleep and moving it outside. I’ll never forget that last night, when we did prayer (this was a christian camp) and you opened up to me about the things that you had been going through, and asked me to never share them, and i’ll always keep my word on that.

The rest of that summer was one I’ll probably never forget, we all hung out constantly, and did a lot of stupid things, but it was one of the best times of my life. That was the summer before my senior year, and his junior year. After I graduated and moved east, we lost contact, but especially recently, i’ve thought back on those days, and have even thought about reaching out, but I lost your phone number, and you deleted your other socials.

I really wish I would have looked harder, or made more of an effort to see you those times I did come back home, but as it goes, hindsight is 2020.

I’m not sure what your families plans are for your disposition, and I know unfortunately I will not be able to make that journey to be there, because of financial circumstances, but I just want to let Jake know, that I love him, and will always be grateful for those times we shared. Wherever you are, I really hope you are happy, and no longer in pain. I’m sorry we lost touch, and I wish I could have been there with you to celebrate your good times and help you through those hard ones. You’ll always be my brother, and my friend. I hope your family can find healing and peace during this time, and my prayers are with them as well..

To my buddy Jake, Gone but never forgotten. We love you brother.

Thank you for letting me share.

I met Rusty in a photography class at the local community college. I was taking summer courses there so I could transfer credits to graduate earlier from the much more expensive liberal arts college I was attending. I was stretched thin between work and school, trying to pay tuition. One day in the darkroom, my chest started to feel tight. I couldn't breathe and became extremely anxious and irritable. Rusty knew exactly what was happening. He led me out of the darkroom to an amazing early summer day with a storm approaching, had me sit down, and focus on the world around me. He had me take slow deep breaths while he put his arm around me while talking me through my first panic attack. We became fast friends. He didn't judge, was genuine and caring. He made everyone around him feel seen and loved. He had an edge to his photography that inspired me. Rusty always had his camera with him. He made a living off of his work while my work remained more of a hobby. He looked out for me, making sure I didn't get into trouble at the parties we attended. We were valentine's dates after we both had recent break ups. Although relationships and life sometimes meant we didn't talk as often, we always called each other on our birthdays. In January 2007 I ran into Rusty at REI. He had a few photos featured in the snowboarding magazines and was looking at his work. I was super stoked for him. He told me he was shooting for the X Games in Colorado, but we should get together soon and catch up. My birthday rolled up and I realized I had forgotten to call him on his birthday. I wanted to tell him about the guy I was dating and get some solid advice. I tried his number but it was disconnected. A quick search told me that my friend was killed in a car accident shortly after we had run into each other. Every so often Rusty and his acts of kindness flash into my mind. I miss him. I wish I could have told him what he meant to me. How awesome he is. How important he was in my life. I love you Russell. https://www.slugmag.com/community/snow/ski-snowboard/rusty-white-rip/

Great for inspiration for creating your own memorial videos as well! Join us at /r/memorialvideos

A man passed away 8 years ago today. He had turned his life around. 46 years old. Stopped doing drugs, and lowered his drinking significantly. He found a great job that fit his skill set. Met a nice girl and was very happy.

He came home from his dream job. Parked his car, and spoke to his girlfriend whilst having a cigarette and a beer before going home. He fell asleep in the car. Unfortunately, he had backed into a snow drift and died from carbon monoxide inhalation. They didn't find him for 2 days. His mother called me looking for him, but the police found his body before I finished getting dressed.

He was my best friend. And I miss him. His family helped raise me, and mine helped raise him. We defended each other, and sometimes fought each other. He was a little crazier than me and I was a little meaner than him. We made a good team and got into lots of trouble together.

Sleep well, and I will see you on the other side my brother. I still have things to do here, but I will join you when it's my time.

His name was Darrell.

I hope you find the peace you deserve. You were a friend and a good person.

RIP.

In memory of my nephew Wesley.

Today we said goodbye, you will forever be remembered. You had the soul of kindness and the love you gave will last a lifetime.

I hope heaven has a bicycle.

Love you my boy.

She was my cousin. She was my friend. She passed from breast cancer 14 years ago today. She was the best of all of our family.

Cancer sucks.