The BCRC had the yearly remembrance ceremony on Sunday.
I hate these things…it all become so real at that point in time.
A candle is lit for every sister we have lost the past year…26 sweet glowing candles were lite on Sunday night.
26 too many lives taken from this earth too soon.
26 grieving family and friends.
26…it is a number that seems to be haunting me.
I was asked to read this poem I had written last year.
In the Wind
Leaves dance around
in wondrous ways
In the wind
Trees sway
Side
To side
In the Wind Flowerseeds Are carried to new places
-To grow
-To beautify
New
Unknowing
Places
In the wind
Houses are damaged
Torn apart
In the Wind
We can never see this wind
But
We can feel it
And see the effects of
It leave behind
Our love
Our life
is in the wind
Ever changing
Ever moving
PS…Yes, I will have a video of this soon.