My brother-in-law has died as a result of Covid-19. My sister is heartbroken, my nieces are too as well as their children.
When before a touch or hug could take the place of words now we are left only with words. Words which, the right ones, are difficult to find, and any are difficult to utter.
Why is it that memories of a person don’t come quickly once that person has died?
Why do our thoughts feel empty though we have so many of them?
Why does it takes months and months before we can relieve and be comforted by our memories?
I have no answers. I can only offer images that speak of hope and beauty.