As you already know, Sunday wasn’t the highlight of our week. It was, on the whole, a day I hope never have to relive.
There were a couple of saving graces to it however.
One was a visit to my parents – we needed some shared moments to gather ourselves after losing our darling Holly.
And the other happened on the trip home from their place…
As the kids and I came over the range, and into the open for the last part of our journey, this met us.
Even though I was exhausted in every way, I just couldn’t drive past and not record it somehow. I kept stopping the car, Violet wordlessly handing me the camera. Again. Rolling her eyes by the end, but exclaiming with me later at the images from this 10 minutes worth of our drive.
It seems to me that (so often in our lives) days of loss end spectacularly.
(I wonder if anyone else has noticed this?)
It felt like Holly’s Last Hurrah.
The most beautiful day’s end yet.