Pictures taken on trip to see Lyra's grave today.
There's been so much rain. I got a new flower holder
I decorated, and some new flowers for this month.
The poem is by William Broome:
The stars in order
twinkle in the skies
and fall in silence
and in silence rise.
The little white church we got married in. Arrow pointing to Lyra's grave.
Clear skies for a time.
Getting closer to harvest time in Kansas.
tears for you and for Lyra
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Awe how precious that her grave is right next to the church you were married. Big hugs. <3 Lyra <3
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty little church and church yard. Lyra's space is lovely.The poem is perfect.x
ReplyDeleteah i'm so emotional at the moment , this is such a sad and beautiful post, it just makes what you've been through so much more real to me. i am so sorry curls, much love xxx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. I don't know if I've already told you this, but I think Lyra is such a beautiful name. I have never heard it before "meeting" you. Just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures Rachel. XO
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful place to go visit her at.
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