Empty spaces are not empty spaces.  They are filled with memories of people who occupied them at one point in time. 

I left with a very heavy heart and with tears brimming over my lids.  My departure was a necessity and I didn’t have any idea on when I’ll be back.  I wanted to stay longer and soak in the moment but I had to move on.

Empty spaces filled the house.  Occupied at one point in time but now just devoid of presence.

I sat there a few days ago and started checking my handheld device.  Exactly the same thing that he would have done!  Early morning light filters in this corner and provided for a cool, well lighted nook to hang out.  Now, it’s just the chair in a corner.

I imagined that audible early morning conversation would have been the norm at this nook.  It could have been from this nook or from the kitchen inside.  I imagined.  The dog would have been barking at something. I imagined.  An empty space in a morning nook.

The path was open and paved.  A perfect path to walk slowly and stretch the limbs.  This was deliberately cleared of obstacles to encourage exercise.  Now, there was one less person walking this path.

Empty spaces are like photographs.  They are reminders of memories that were shared at one point in time.  Photographs and empty spaces keeps a memory alive when a person becomes a memory.