I took this picture because when I saw this scene, it made my heart stop. And then, when it started beating again, it broke. At the Pretty Place I told you about a few days ago, there is a very small graveyard. When I went out there the Monday after Valentine’s Day was on Saturday, I saw this bunch of balloons on one of the graves.
I took the picture from outside the fence, because that was as close as I felt like I could get without trampling all over someone’s private and intimate grief. Even though no one was in sight.
When all else is gone, love lingers.