For whatever reason, death is surrounding our family. Circling us. We have another funeral Monday.
While cleaning I looked up at my 100 year old photograph. The one I bought two summer's ago because it reminded me of Mr. Bentley's photo that he's in twice.
It caught me off guard, and when someone asks about it, I think of you. Your kindness. Your gentleness. The way you made everyone feel like somebody. I think of the last time I saw you and it makes me cry.
I am so happy a new life is growing in my sister. Sweet baby, Aria, you are hope for us all. The reminder that tomorrow is a new day. That the world goes on. That death and life are both very much a part of our lives, and we need to accept death as we accept life.
It is a fact, we will all die one day.
I am so happy that my last memory of you is of nothing but kindness and love.
Thinking of you today with a bit of a heavy heart.
I know you are happy and at peace, it always came so naturally to you,