Faces From the Past . . .

Sometimes the beauty of words and images on tombstones just takes my breath away, and leaves me speechless in the face of hopes crushed and life's myriad possibilities ended with harsh finality. This brief message, "To Our Daughter", with a lovely lass in a white wedding (or communion?) dress is one such. . . Is there any reason to hope for resurrection and eternal life beyond the quantum leap of blind faith ? I cannot say . . . but fading faces on stones speak more clearly of what was once and what will never be again . . .

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Like a Rose, she only lived the space of a morning . . .
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