As August 10th approaches, Degrazia Chapel comes to my mind. It is the day that the darkest period of my life began, five years ago, when my husband Brad died.
I remember going to the Degrazia Chapel with dear friends to light candles to celebrate Brad’s life and memory, and what he meant to each of us.
Degrazia Gallery Tucson
I think of all the pictures of other people’s loved ones, some old and some too young to die. My heart aches every time.
Degrazia Gallery Sun
I recall the last time we were there, August 10 2016, the year before it burned.
As we were getting ready to light our candles, a white dove flew through the roof opening. The dove perched on the front bench and watched us.
I will never forget that, as I took it as a sign that Brad was showing us he was there.
This is all that is left of it.
Despite the renovations, it can never be the same.
But it’s still a place we can go to…
A place where love still lives and remembers…
A quiet and peaceful place…
even if it’s just in our minds.