It’s been some time since I last posted anything and I guess I needed a break. In the photo, my wife an I tie the jute lowering strap for this tiny wicker casket in preparation for a private funeral for Mum and Dad only.
In her short time here, she brought a quiet beauty into the world. Her presence was brief, like a sigh, yet the love that welcomed her ran deep. Her name means myrtle tree, a symbol of peace, resilience, and life quietly flourishing. And though she did not stay long, she leaves behind roots planted in the hearts of her mum and dad, who will love and remember her forever.
The myrtle blooms softly, often unnoticed, but its presence is deeply meaningful. Her life, just two weeks, touches eternal. She knew only love. The gentle hands that held her. The soft voices that surrounded her. The world of her mum and dad paused, to embrace her presence. In that stillness and love, she was completely known.
Now they let her go. Not without sorrow, but with deep reverence. They entrust her to a place where there are no more tears, where little souls are cradled in peace. She came to them as a gift, and they return her with aching hearts and open hands.
Rest well, precious one. Like the myrtle, your spirit will remain delicate and remembered forever.
