She was always a free spirit, in a way that’s how she came to us. Not many years we had with her but every second was a blessing. I know he misses her dearly and we speak about her often, in the end she was too free for us.
The flower isn’t here anymore, but the mark still lingers on the pages, like the words swallowed still ache in my heart, just like a hole still echoes.
The clanking sound started around 3 am every night. At that time, she would wake slightly and pull the blankets over her head. She thought of a ghost making that noise, and although she needed to pee, she couldn’t get out of bed. In the morning on the final day in that guest house, she found the source of the noise.
She was always a free spirit, in a way that’s how she came to us. Not many years we had with her but every second was a blessing. I know he misses her dearly and we speak about her often, in the end she was too free for us.
The flower isn’t here anymore, but the mark still lingers on the pages, like the words swallowed still ache in my heart, just like a hole still echoes.
The clanking sound started around 3 am every night. At that time, she would wake slightly and pull the blankets over her head. She thought of a ghost making that noise, and although she needed to pee, she couldn’t get out of bed. In the morning on the final day in that guest house, she found the source of the noise.