The Red Brick Times

It has been a year since Linda died. I went to the Cemetary and recalled the service. The mimister spoke at graveside last year, but his voice was drowned out by the sounds of life and nature, wind and water, moving all around us. It is still so. The voices of humankind were stilled to a whisper and the currents of life continued to eddy around me as I walked among trees, next to water, under sunshine. We are joined together by experience, by memory, by love.
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