✨ Where the bell once called the living to gather, now silence holds space for the departed. This facade remains—a witness to grief, grace, and the sun that still dares to rise. 🌞🕊️ Even in loss, there is architecture of love. Even in shadow, a mosaic of light.
🌅 I felt you here, Papa. In the quiet gold of Montegesoye, where the sky softened and the earth stood still. I didn’t hear your voice, but I knew what you were saying: 'Keep going. I’m right here.' The pain still visits, but it no longer owns me. You live in my breath, in my strength, in every step I take toward healing. You are the light behind the hills, the warmth in the wind, the energy that fuels me. I carry you—not as a weight, but as a flame.
📍Montegesoye, France 🕊️ June 7th, 2022 — the day you left, but never truly left me.