Just days before her death, my wife Jan called me to the window so we could share the winters first snow. She saw winter as a time of joy, rest, contemplation, and spiritual awakening. She cherished every season, as with every person, and the interconnectedness of our perceived reality. Today, one year to the day, was this season's first snow. I will forever see her in every first snow, for that memory is always now tied to her, and she has become all the beauty that she created in her time, for all time.
Awaiting First Snow
Just days before her death, my wife Jan called me to the window so we could share the winters first snow. She saw winter as a time of joy, rest, contemplation, and spiritual awakening. She cherished every season, as with every person, and the interconnectedness of our perceived reality. Today, one year to the day, was this season's first snow. I will forever see her in every first snow, for that memory is always now tied to her, and she has become all the beauty that she created in her time, for all time.
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