She hardly ever went out to that spot. But today she felt a great compulsion to do so. She was inexplicably drawn to the chair and followed the directions from her inner voice. She sat down and grabbed some snow. She breathed it in.
She looked up to the sky and then she remembered. This is where he had gone to die. In his final hour he sought a spot of his own and had rested his face down on the ground. She had looked into his eyes and she knew it was time. Those lovely, warm and haunting eyes. Her tear dropped onto the snow. He would always be there.
Categories: death, family, mental health, photography, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
It’s True Frosty
Didn’t Really
Die He And Or
Her only Transformed
Into Water
Once
Again
Ocean
WHole iN
THiS WaY
THere is
Mostly A
Real Hero
No Matter DArkness
In All Of Us RiSinG ALiVE AGAiN
Now
For Real 🌊
Star DusT iNHaLinG
Peace ExhalinG Love
ReaL Miracles of Star
DusT Breath “Cosmos
Unto
Itself”
iN JoY oF LiGHT
Giving Sharing
Caring Healing
When Ocean Wave
Water Leaf Feeding 🍃
Trees RiSinG Becoming
Wind Falling to Soils Greening
🍂 🍁
New
Soul
Life When
Forest Leaf Tree🌲
Naked
Enough
Whole Complete
Frosty SMiLeS ETeRNaLLY
Now if only “Raindrops Falling
On my
Head With
Feet too Big
For
A Bed”
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