I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when the day is done
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave when the day is done
-Afterglow
Anastasia, over a century has past since your birth. We live on such an autopilot--no matter what happens, our world picks up and trods along. People move on so quickly and forget, but we haven't forgotten you and won't ever. The sun has risen and set over 38,000 times since the day the Romanov family passed away. It's crazy to think about (well, easy enough for us, with calculators!) God has counted each day and remembered every moment, as He has always done and always will for us all.
I wonder what you would think of the people you have inspired over the years. Of the endless support you and your sisters and brother have received, long after you closed your eyes for the last time. Would you be surprised? Honored? Would you smile?
If you had the chance to talk to us, hope you would like us all, and know that we will never forget you or your family. Rest in peace and know that God blessed your life, however short it might have been.
