We still don't know who donated it but we love it none the less.
A friend of mine went with me to get it framed and I've had it, nicely wrapped, in the spare bedroom since.
I didn't know how I would feel about it finally having it hung and displayed in the house, but James finally put it up on Sunday.
I can't say the feeling that came over me once it was hung was closure
I don't think I will ever have that
but maybe that of acceptance?
Of course it was tearful.
My heart felt heavy.
I would much rather be hanging up his pictures, not a memorial star.
But it's there, right when you come in the house
for everyone to see
and it feels like we have a little piece of him there with us always
🐛⭐️💔
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