ðŸ™ 22 Peace Doves ðŸ•Š ...
--by mindyjourney, posted Nov 23, 2019
“He would’ve been 22 this Nov. 2nd,” his mother replied, her eyes cast down, as if the weight of all those tears shed still flowed.
Her son voluntarily traveled on a little over 2 years ago. I didn’t know Debbie then, only a mutual friend who told me about the property (where she lived) manager's son who had taken his life. How the manager had cried for days, not moving off the couch.
That, I came to learn, was Debbie.
When she began coming to our Crafternoon regularly, I offered her a Peace dove. “Oh! I have one of these. It was given to me when my son died. I have it hanging in the kitchen where I see it all the time…”
Learning that fall was especially hard for Debbie, since the passing of her son and his Nov. birthday, I offered to make doves for her to share in his memory.
“Thank you, “ she said, grasping my hand and pulling me into a hug.
Each one has a red heart drawn on its wing, to symbolize the LOVE that lives on.