How sad to lose a mother at their ages. I felt for these two after her passing; not just how it happened, but the circumstances that led up to it; what followed, what continues to follow. If I were these two I would always feel uneasy about the House I was born into.
The many flowers that backgrounded these boys in the days that followed her passing. The gesture of giving flowers, laid in honour of someone loved. I saw -- and continue to see -- this gesture. It is hard to see the flowers for the glare held by their plastic.
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