“There for the first time in several years there were beautiful red roses.”
What began as a story about a difficult neighbour quietly became something far more compassionate. A moving reminder that every life carries chapters we never get to read.
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteries—atmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
This tugged at my heartstrings. So beautiful.. and so sad that his whole life was carelessly tossed into the back of a truck. I wonder what his photos would have reflected about him. The loss of love can destroy people... it breaks my heart. I'd like to believe that he knew you cared, even if he couldn't reach out to you.
Thanks Jaime. It's cruel how loss and loneliness can effect us. I like to think that he had some wonderful adventures and memories (and photographs!) and that he has found peace.
“There for the first time in several years there were beautiful red roses.”
What began as a story about a difficult neighbour quietly became something far more compassionate. A moving reminder that every life carries chapters we never get to read.
Compassionate. Moving. Memorable. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteries—atmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
What a beautifully written and moving piece
which tapped into many existential levels.
Michael Orme
Thanks dad x
This tugged at my heartstrings. So beautiful.. and so sad that his whole life was carelessly tossed into the back of a truck. I wonder what his photos would have reflected about him. The loss of love can destroy people... it breaks my heart. I'd like to believe that he knew you cared, even if he couldn't reach out to you.
Thanks Jaime. It's cruel how loss and loneliness can effect us. I like to think that he had some wonderful adventures and memories (and photographs!) and that he has found peace.