As we continue through our time,
We learn to make friends with difficult loss.
Grief and mourning accompany us,
Like mist and fog on a gray autumn day.
Yet even in the bleakest moments,
We can remember fragments of joy.
Let us pause to reflect on the wonder of clouds,
The fall of rain, and the wind moving through the trees.
Thus we live with the ache of memories,
Letting their beauty and sorrow scatter like drifting leaves.
We love you always.