Morphing out of Loss
You are here: Home » Morphing out of Loss Top: Christopher, Captain Imperfecto and Christopher June 10th, 2013 Standing on the edge of my twin daughters grave, I gaze off in the distance and stare at the location where my wife is buried and I wonder how we I got here. Her final resting place isn't that far away from where we buried our girls that I can't see her and I hope, she can see me, standing alone where we once stood together to mourn the loss of Sophia and Gabriella. I can only wonder if she's there in heaven, bonding with the girls, at the same time standing with me, like old times when we'd visit our girls together. The sunshines down on me in the vast openness of the cemetery as the rays rest gently on my shoulders as if an arm reaching around me to console my sadness. The sadness causes me to reflect on all the times I have stood in this very spot with my wife. My right arm draped across her shoulders, her face buried against my right sid...