21/01/2026
Beautiful Woking Crematorium, I’ve been there a million times in my lifetime, but somehow i always manage to find something I’ve never seen before.
I love the the brass plaques on the wall, some of them date back a century, I can’t help but wonder when I read the names and dates who they were, what they looked like, their purpose in life… so much history under one roof x
Somewhere along the way, we learn that the most beautiful things in life were never meant to be held in our hands...
they were meant to be held in our hearts.
They are the people who sit besides us in silence and still make us feel understood.
The places that feel like home the moment we arrive.
The memories that return quietly, especially at night.
They are photographs that make us smile and ache at the same time.
Laughter that once filled the room and still echoes in our mind.
Moments so small they almost went unnoticed, yet now mean everything.
As the seasons move on, we realise how little we truly need to feel rich.
A familiar face.
A shared glance.
A memory that reminds us we were once deeply happy.
Time takes people, places, seasons...
but it can never take the feelings they left behind.
Those stay.
They always stay.
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