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These loved ones, our dead. Does healing ever begin? Is that deep hole always there?
They say time heals, but I’m not so sure.
In these strange moments, in everyday moments, he pops up.
‘Hello there.’
Why, and why now? These unsettled souls, my unsettled memories.
Too quick, we had no goodbye.
A prayer for grace, and final rest…
My Montana, church graveyard.
