At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone.
It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.
You cannot read loss, only feel it.
No special photo today, just a montage of parents loving their kid.
Group hug.
Tell your kids you love them, hug and kiss them too. Every. Single. Day.
Me and my dad.
How grateful I am to have had the loving and safe childhood of my memories.
