And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Happy 17th Birthday to my sweet Jack. His beautiful spirit continues to inspire me, give me hope and courage and guide me as I inch Onward in his absence. I love him and miss him with every breath I take.
