Where has this cold come from?/ “It comes from the death of your friend.”
Will I always, from now on, be this cold?/ “No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you.”
What is the reason for it?/ “Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?”
Mary Oliver
Dedicated to my father and best friend, who died twenty-six years ago this month, on January 12, 1993. I’m still cold, yes, but am also filled to bursting with gratitude for that bright flame.
Beautiful! I wish I would’ve known him.
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This is beautiful, what perfect colors! Sending you a big hug. ❤️
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Thanks hon! Sending you a hug right back! 🤗🤗🤗
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I’m sorry for your loss… This is beautiful!❤️
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Thanks so much! xo
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