A place to go.

I have come here tonight because I have something to say. There is a little piece of land, a couple of kilometers away from here. A place called Bob's house. You might have passed it on your way here or there. It is nothing special to look at. Some rooms, coloured walls, some pieces of furniture, adornments all around the place. But there is something you cannot see. Because there are some things you are not able to see with your eyes. You have to look at them with your heart. It was my teens, it has been my adulthood...and his...and hers...

At that special place you find people you can turn to, friends you can count on. You can find a middle-aged man who pats your hair down when you get there, a man who cheers you up when you are feeling blue, someone who is honest enough to say you look awful that day. Once and again, certain things can only be seen with the eyes of love.

Every human soul deals with loss and grief in its own way. The important thing is to not forget the bonds of memories. All the places have their memories. All the people, too. Don't let these memories lose their meaning. They are a natural part of our lives. Our world is a place too careless with its memories. I beg you: Do not allow them to sink into oblivion.