And What Remains

Where those footprint remain

A week since my post Footprints and Grief it has become warmer. It’s raining, and only a few strips of snow remain. In the early morning I looked out and was again struck by what I saw.

Those same footprints.

They may have disappeared in the falling snow, in the blowing over of grief reminding me of its presence, but they remain. The memories of who and what we loved are still very much a part of us, along with the grief of loss. Our lives go on and grow on around them. But they remain.

I love this reminder