As we all bent down and sunk our hands into the water we released him.
On his fourth birthday I watched his ashes leave my hands and it was then that he finally became one with the ocean.
I had the honour of photographing my beautiful neighbours son’s baptism yesterday. For my own reasons I have not been to church in a long while. As I entered the church, flickering lights caught my eye. A lady was lighting a candle. She stood there for a few minutes in prayer.
Each of these candles represents a prayer, a worried heart, a faithful heart, a sorrowful heart. I lit a candle for all of our broken hearts. My prayer was for peace. For all walking this road of grief.
What a beautiful act... to light a candle for somebody else.