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.
Bises right back to you, dear George–and thank you for making a great point!
I haven't been to that many but they always mark me strongly when I do go.
Merci, Ann. And as I mentioned above, there is something wistful and kind in my understanding of "regrets" in French. In the first photo of the previous post is another powerful line: "awaiting for the resurrection".
Well done Lanier, bringing a laugh to this rather serious gathering!
And David, I love Lanier's writing and you know I don't recommend blogs easily!!!
Isn't that particular cross a mystery? And you are welcome–thank you for all of the beauty that you give to the world!
Merci, Deborah. Hoping that you are experiencing sunnier climes…
I certainly was, Karena. It was overwhelming.
Thank you friend.
It seems impossible to think that a year has gone by already, Judith. Looking forward to reading your new post in a bit. Gros Bisous.
Thank you Ann. I don't know if we will be celebrating at all this year but there is a bottle of bubbly in the fridge just in case. I am also wishing you a VERY Happy Thanksgiving–you have much to give thanks for this year!!! 🙂