July 1966, Mount Cheminis, Quebec:
The ashes of our newborn barely filled the palm of my hand. They were powdery soft to the touch, delicate, and when scattered to the breeze, they drifted as a tiny grey cloud, carrying with them the bittersweet, desperate yearnings for a life barely begun.
July 2016, Mount Pisgah, North Carolina:
I am old now, but still venture to the high country whenever I am able, for it is there that I am reminded of the eternity of Nature, the fragility of life, and that my child still floats, forever free, on the mountain wind.
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Sorry for your loss, my deepest sympathy goes out to you and your family
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
This is very moving, Alan, terribly sad. It must have been very difficult to write, and to share.
Alan Toney over 2 years ago
I thank you both.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Very touching, even more so knowing it's true.
Sarah Oakes over 2 years ago
This is beautifully written.