Things that remain.

I just read James Foley’s letter to his family.

It begins so simply; ‘I remember going to the mall with dad and a long bike ride with mom’. At the end of the day, it’s remembering the little things.

I can’t even begin to imagine the things James had to endure nor the feelings that led up to his time of death. But I think we can all understand his yearning for normalcy and love and the people who matter the most.

I just want to pay my respects to James. May he travel well wherever he is now, may he be at peace.


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