Does one call it a ‘sculpture’? Or a ‘display’? Or a memorial?
Whatever you call it, I found it very moving and wrote about it last week here. I promised I would take a better picture so here it is:
After the concert day Saturday there were a lot more names on it.
I don’t know what the little flag things are called but they are beautiful. I filched some small ones yesterday and put them in my own little memorial:
. . . or maybe ‘bewilderment’. It’s the feeling I’ve gotten the last couple of months whenever I think of Zach. I don’t have the debilitating sadness of the early months of the year nor do I have the overwhelming fatigue I developed in the summer. Now I’m just confused. Where is Zach? Intellectually I know I will never see him again, or hear his voice but emotionally I’m confused, puzzled, bewildered.
My remaining children, Jeremy, Sarah, Ashley, have been a great comfort to me. Their loss is as great or greater than mine yet they carry on. Sarah and I got to share a (semi) private moment of grief for Zach the other night at the conclusion of the SF Symphony’s Dia de los Muertos concert. Jeremy and Ashley have the future in their care and I will be joining them for a visit next week. I am looking forward to many good hugs and a triple dose of Rosalie.