Candles, Teddy Bears, Angels

I drove through an intersection the other day where a small boy was killed by a motorist. Candles, teddy bears, angels and flowers were strewn for a hundred feet along the sidewalk, left there by people who wanted to remember him. For them, that place will always be where this little boy died. It will be that place for their lifetime, as it was at the end of his life. I suppose if we linger as some other form of spiritual matter for any length of time, then that little boy will remember the place where he died for that duration. And I suppose if we carry any memories with us in the next realm, he will remember that place. It is a sad spot on the map for many. Lifetimes will be spent avoiding the intersection, and lifetimes will be spent wondering what the little boy would have grown up to do.