Morning Moon

In recent months, I have listened to the stories of a number of close friends and co-workers as they navigate the difficult process of saying their good-byes to the tangible, physical embodiment of a loved one and participating in the loved one’s own good-bye.

I find myself filled with memories of those I still love though the loved one is no longer embodied in the physical form in which I met them.  For me and for those with whom I share my memories, they live on as such and. in greater and lesser amounts, in how I think, respond, and act to this day and beyond.

At the Shakespeare Garden in Central Park, NYC