It’s the beginning of the New Year and we are on our way to the cemetery .
I stand and look at him watching his father’s tombstones.
Oh the grief we carry around in our bodies.
Grief
an ode to travelling
an ode to travelling
It’s the beginning of the New Year and we are on our way to the cemetery .
I stand and look at him watching his father’s tombstones.
Oh the grief we carry around in our bodies.
My Maddy Travel 