They say every town has one quiet place that remembers the dead. Ours is a narrow road with a black crow that never leaves.
Tag: memory
Silver Morning
There’s something about the first frost that always makes me pause. The stillness, the breath in the air, the way the garden seems to hold its last bit of color. It feels like both a beginning and an end.
I’ll Remember This
The kind of moment you don’t plan, but keep forever.
The Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
Everpine’s Spirit
Ah, Christmas. The time of year when the world seems to soften, just a little. The snow falls in gentle whispers, lights twinkle in frosted windows, and the smell of cinnamon and pine fills the air...
In Silence We Share
For two minutes, the world seems to hold its breath. The hum of everyday life pauses, and we are all suspended in time...
In Memory Still Bright
I have all the words in the English language available to me, and yet, this week they fail me.
Never Enough
Today I find myself unable to speak. With all the words available to me, I can't seem to make them work. In the last few years, I've followed your life through Facebook, messages, phone, and distance. We were a world apart, but we've always been connected. We are family. When I was young you would… Continue reading Never Enough
The Weeping Willow
Do you remember when we used to sit beneath the willow? The big one with the branches drooping into the water? It seemed almost like it had dipped its fingers into the slow, cool current just to get some relief from the summer heat. We used to sit beneath the bough of that tree and… Continue reading The Weeping Willow
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