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
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.