Echos of a memory

I’ve discovered I’m quite attached to the idea of doing something tangible yet invaluable to my children when they die because it’s what somebody did for me when my family died I really wish I had people to talk to you just don’t nobody really seems to understand how I feel I know he would and I’m very sad that he’s not here to make it better I’m very sad I don’t have any place nearby I can go see him