Monday, 3 March 2014

First Breath

A close friend of mine lost her husband recently. He died in her arms.

Through the many years they spent together they breathed the same air, walked the same earth and saw the same sun rise and set each day. Their breath combined to make a beautiful son who has breathed his way into manhood.

At the funeral there were photographs of her husband, young, cheeky, inquisitive and then older, wiser.
He had a keen interest in the study of all cultures and beliefs of life and afterlife, traveled extensively and loved nature. He had a warm heart and an open mind.

The morning mist rises up out of our valley, taking with it the combined breath wrapped dreams from 2,721, women and children who spent the night dreaming and breathing the same air, together.

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