Hope in the Land of Loss
Posted on October 9, 2017 - by Lisa Irish
The bright, blue sky surrounded the scene, it filled the moment with light. I looked up to see the somber funeral men, leading each of us past the casket. One gave me the carnation from his jacket, as I stood before the big, dark casket where my father’s body lay hidden. I was eleven. How could I look at the sky, when I couldn’t take my eyes off his cradle of death? This moment held me captive for over forty years. My heart had been trapped in the Land of Loss, searching for a way out. Other details in my […]
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