"No moment is ever free of the life history that has preceded it" (Martha W. Hickman). The fear of losing the memory of a love one we have lost will never happen, but there is hope for the broken hearted. We can lose, or be released, from the overhanging cloud of gloom. I for one am looking for that Butterfly in the winter woods. I want to be able to see it! As a loving tribute to my daughter Crystal, I will walk out from under this cloud so I can see the beauty of life around me. She would want that.
"They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods."