Into the crisp night sky, these Chinese lanterns floated quietly and quickly. As we craned our heads to see them float away so gently and then just as quickly disappear, so incredible lovely and so incredible sad.
We were, I guess, celebrating the short, very short life of Bonnie Alaska, born November and died in January...just as quickly and quietly.
How does one mourn a baby well? It seems the hardest of all funerals for it is all hope gone. I heard it say when you loose a parent, you grieve the past; when you loose a spouse you grieve your present; when you loose a child you grieve your future. Always these sayings...always trying to wrap a mind around death.
There is so little to say, but this lantern lighting up this crisp cold night seemed to say it well.
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