Saturday, 8 August, 2020
No matter how many years have passed, every year on this day I remember you and our last time together on this earth. I go over the day, the hours, the minutes. I look back and remember the weeks leading up to this day, the special moments we shared. The little things you said and did to ensure I knew that I was loved, that you loved me and were proud of me.
My heart is heavy as I remember that day so I allow myself this one day to think about it and remember it. The other days I remember with laughter and joy, the way you would want to be remembered.
Thank you for the gifts. Thank you for your patience. But above all, thank you for your continued love. I feel you with me and I know you are guiding me and loving me from afar.
Photo of the day, 8 Aug 2020 ©WQuinn
A few photos from today:
Creativity is the calling of the soul 