In January, two of my dearest friends passed away. I felt a pain that, fortunately, I don't often feel, and I decided to pay attention to the sadness and pain this time. I had prints made at the HEMA of beautiful photos I had of them and asked a friend if she wanted to make a lovely print. I bought frames and set up a spot on the table in my living room, where I put flowers and a light with each photo. Every day, I set the clock and sat with my friends for a different time. I talked to the pictures, wrote in a notebook, cried, or just looked at their picture and thought how is this possible, how is this possible?
Profound written!