Though it often hasn’t felt possible after Richard’s death, life does indeed go on.
Spring is when nature shows us there is hope. There is new life.
I took my camera to the cemetery this morning. Even in a place that is the focus of our pain there is also much beauty.
Hope you enjoy the pictures (click the thumbnail pictures below to see the full size image).
One response to “Spring In The Cemetery”
that a dear friend of his (like a buddy back in the colelge/university days) moved back in town for at least 6 months after several years of being away pursuing opportunities somewhere in a nondisclosed place. For some strange reason, this friend never called him nor informed him in anyway that he’s back in town. My friend only learned of the fact from a mutual friend of theirs. Despite the great disappointment, my friend never took it too personal and managed to avoid thinking about it too much. Though I think he’s in denial, I respect his choice as I have no constructive opinion provided for him either. But interestingly, my friend told me that his sis bumped into his friend, and had a chat at the mall. So I guess they used to be quite close cuz even his sis can chat with his friend. Now, my friend is wondering what I would do if I were him, and bumped into his friend at some unknown place. I have no idea.