They are both ghosts now.
He, because he stopped living. And she, because she continued to grow.
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as long as i'm singing
the adventures of a man stuck in a male's body…until i can think of a better tagline, at any rate.
They are both ghosts now.
He, because he stopped living. And she, because she continued to grow.
•••
as long as i'm singing 
oh t, how I wish I could banish the ghosts or make them NOT hurt when they come around. I know that a picture like this brings a ghost of a smile, admist the tears falling. I know what it feels like to lose a dad, a parent, a link to the person you are …and so my heart aches for you as you navigate these” firsts”after the losing.
thinking of you.
Found it!
Thanks =)
I don’t know if my first comment came through or went to spam…but I was telling you that my heart was aching with yours during these “firsts” after the losing.
the bittersweet, the ghost of a smile amid the tears falling as you find these pictures. Your friends, your “tribe” ..we’re here and holding you in our hearts as you navigate these memories.
hugs
Thanks Kir =) As I told you previously, I just kinda wish he could be here now, only because I think he’d be impressed with our latest “endeavor.”
I don’t know why, but this hit me hard today. Beautiful words my friend. They ring with sadness and longing.
Thank you Renee =)
Thank you my sweet.
Poignant and painful. I almost didn’t want to look, or listen. But, I looked while I listened and it was beautiful in its own way, burning away the darkness….
Such is life though, right?
oh. so. beautiful. wow, really, what a lovely gift to you. xoxo
Thank you, and yes, it was =)
This is a beautiful capture. The image is full of light and love.
Thank you. And I just happened to be laying on the floor with my youngest, when I took it. Perhaps somewhere deep in my soul, I knew that I would need it at some point in time?
I think we know much more than we are aware of, everyday, all of the time. I do my best to listen to the Universe, so that the magick of the moment can be enjoyed at the time, and in this case, replayed later.
Right? How much of life do we not enjoy, simply because our minds are racing on about the next piece of enjoyment to come?
I hope the ache for you is sweeter than it is painful. ((hugs))
Well said, and very true! As time passes, it does become sweeter. As time passes, I learn that it really is over now, but at least it at one time it was.
Precious moments frozen in time.
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We must live in the moment before it passes. Nice capture.
In the end, it’s all we have, right?
Thank you
T – So powerful!
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