Joe I was clutching my coffee with you this morning while reading this. I just went through this with moving my Mother into a care home. The box marked photos I took home with me for there was no room for them in her new place.
The tears and smiles came through the pages or should I say ages. The old black and white photos moving into colour. Yes even the crooked ties. ✌️❤️
I can't even see through the wet to write response. Heartbreakingly beautiful, Joe. In midst of a horrendous storm, you set out buckets and caught the rain. Oh, my heart.....
This is so beautiful and heart-wrenching. Thank you. The art of noticing and giving voice to a stranger is ultimate kindness.
Frances
Thank you for sharing, Joe. Again. You see living people. That’s a rare gift.
This is poignant and hits close to home. Was it devastating to write?
No. It was to watch. Not as bad to write. It was like an exhale after holding my breath
This is one of the most beautiful things I have read in a very long time. Amazing sensitive writing. Thsnk you.
Joe I was clutching my coffee with you this morning while reading this. I just went through this with moving my Mother into a care home. The box marked photos I took home with me for there was no room for them in her new place.
The tears and smiles came through the pages or should I say ages. The old black and white photos moving into colour. Yes even the crooked ties. ✌️❤️
Absolutely magnificent. A glimpse into heaven. Bittersweet of course but also truly an honorific of the man and the absent woman. I can see the coat.
Beautiful. And still the secret of the story behind their story will never be known.
I can't even see through the wet to write response. Heartbreakingly beautiful, Joe. In midst of a horrendous storm, you set out buckets and caught the rain. Oh, my heart.....
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜