Love lasts long.
I held that in my heart as I walked amongst the graves of the abandoned cemetery. Even if those that had commissioned these tokens of farewell had also passed many years since, their thoughts remain behind, declaring their “eternal regrets” over the loss of their loved ones.
It is a form of regret that expands reaching forward, never fading away.
It is something I will take away from that hour of being so humbled.
Love lasts long.
How important then, to give it now and freely.
Thank you Jeanne, I could not have hoped to do better than that. I was so moved that I didn't always "get it right" but I tried to do something…Worthy.
It is and yet there is something to the meaning of the word in French that is not the same as in English which makes it lovely as well…
An incredibly beautiful idea Jackie, thank you for that.
An astute point, Mr. Laoch.
Now, THAT, Lanier, is genuinely amusing. Thank you.
—-david terry
Lovely sentiment. It is so true, I find cemeteries give me a similar feeling…the old ones. The new ones make me sad…but old ones just make me think so much. Really like this post!
Exquisite images, and a beautiful message. I want my love to last a long time, not my regrets. Love now, love freely, lovely. Thank you Heather,
Bises
I have a passion for cemeteries, especially ancient French cemeteries. Beautiful.
I am trying to recall if I have seen 'eternal regrets' on our local gravestones. It is intriguing what words we choose to commemorate a life; how we etch out (and entrust) living-love on silent stone. Beautiful, beautiful photos and text.
When ever I am down by the mud flats on the bay and all the graceful white long legged Herons have flown away I whisper… "No Egrets."