329|365 Etched (11/29/11)

He is forever etched into our souls.

During the memorial service we listened to Jesus Loves Me and Brahms’ Lullaby then we drove to the cemetery where we interred precious baby Zane in a peaceful, rural setting.

Later when we gathered for a meal, I looked around the room and noticed a word etched into the mirror that hung in the living room.  When I looked into the mirror I could see my family sitting at the table behind me and above them, etched into the mirror, was the word “Breathe”.

Breathing, that is slowing down, requires resolve and intention.  In these tough times, sometimes I just want the pain to go away quickly.  I must remember to slow down, give it time, persevere.

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About kbea831

I love collecting family stories and photos.

Posted on November 30, 2011, in Family History, Photography and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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