So he died with your poems in his hand and now your tears pour like a thunderstorm in springtime. And yet isn’t this what life really is? We find moments to touch each other in the most profound ways so that the other feels truly known and loved. Your tears may flow like the river, yet every one of those drops will be absorbed into the roots of your heart and the love of his spirit will always be within you.
Sculpture by Debra Bernier