The Memorial Garden

memorial garden

On our morning walk today, Willis and I visited a garden at a local church.  It is tended by a neighbor whose son died a few years ago.  Kenny was only 22.

I like visiting this garden, and I shed a tear there today.

How close we have come to sharing her grief, how thankful we are to not know it.

And how much I understand the therapy of creating and maintaining a garden of love like this one.

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