on the pavement,
wet with rain. Tears,
your memory,
fresh as yesterday,
fresh as yesterday,
ten years past.
White feathers, they say, are signs that the spirit of a
loved one is close by.
In memory of my son Jonathan Scott Ford, gone ten years this day. Looking through my photos, I noticed how often he was hugging someone. I miss those hugs. I miss him.
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So sorry for your loss, Susannah. It never gets easier.
ReplyDeleteHe was a remarkable young man. I remember him always smiling, always happy to see us. I miss him, too. Thinking of you today, Sue, and feeling your pain.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Judy. He was the heart of my family.
DeleteI think of him sometimes & I only know him through you. So sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteJenny, this touches me so much, that you think of him. Hugs, my friend.
DeleteI remember that day clear as a bell. I was shocked and saddened and my heart broke for you. Prayers!
ReplyDeleteYes. I remember, Nance, how you were there for me, even though miles apart. I have never forgotten that, my friend.
DeleteI felt responsible. Well, not me . . . but my state. I wanted to be able to give your son back to you. Whole and unharmed.
DeleteOh Susannah - no words can make it any better or easier. If I were with you, I would hug you, even though it wouldn't be the same. But, consider yourself 'virtually' hugged.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for this loss.
ReplyDeleteI cannot begin to imagine what it must be like for your child to depart this earth before you do. Thinking of you at this time.
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