And the realization that those two leaves will never fall again.
And that the light falling on my prayer flags pictured below will never quite fall the same way again.
Yet, new leaves will grow, and fall. And light will still shine. We can hold this hope in the dead of winter, and in the darkness of long nights.
Today I thought about my great grandmother, who lost a son in the war. He was buried in France, probably in an unmarked grave. I never knew him, but he was my uncle and his story is linked with my story. My great grandmother, my mother, and I all have in common the loss of our sons.
One of my prayer flags is a prayer for all who mourn. May all who mourn find peace and comfort and hope.