“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Love, Day 3: Both Gone

She lost them both.

Husband first,
son 2 days later.
He was only 4.

Love lives on.

I've had this image since last July,
standing in the overpowering sun,
in the cemetery that holds my father,
my uncle, my cousin.

And this.

Am I betraying her,
this stranger,
this woman who lost so much?
Or am I sending her message into the world?
She makes no secret of it.
She says it out loud.
They lived.
We loved.
i wish her peace


  1. Oh, woman of deep sighs and worries, I am loving your days of love.

    Like the stranger who lost so much, it is right and true to love outloud.

    xo, Graciel

  2. In just a few short words and one powerful image..you made me cry for this woman who lost so much..maybe lost everything! Beautiful 'tribute'!!!

  3. love is here ... in the words on the stone

  4. It does her justice I feel.
    Loss is so real, nothing to bury away and forget. It is about the remembering. xoxo

  5. i love this. i happens to breath a vibrancy in me, for the appreciation of life.
    thank you friend, thank you.

  6. how tender of you to bear witness to a stranger's pain and feel compassion for her loss.


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