She called about 1 in the morning as she was frantically driving Lester, her dog, to the 24-hour emergency vet clinic. We talked about anything and everything. She called again as she slowly drove home alone. We talked about anything and everything and loss. She adopted him…..
Two photos. Two tales. One Whisper. The tree filled with your songs and others as you buzzed around the nectar becoming so rare these days. I sighed in awe. I sighed in despair to think of how our actions have harmed…..
Preparing for a special night. A night of reflections for those who have lost loved ones. A night to remember those no longer with families and friends. A night to remember those still aching the loss. And so on this night of frigid cold and winter’s first snow, from the hearth of a little ponderer, a humble scrich to honor their path.
After All
I don’t understand. The why hangs upon my shoulders Like a winter coat three sizes too…..
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