Gratitude, Year IV

Today, as we sat there in silence, a soft stream of sunlight sifted in through the windows onto the white coffin at the front of the room, the pink roses dancing in the light. We spoke joyous words of oft-repeated stories, remembered a turn of phrase, held each others' hands. 

Life passes, without fail. It begins anew and it ends. It is how we love people that lingers. 

This year, 

I am thankful 

for her.