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Red firetruck by your headstone, now literally planted in the ground, once brand new.
Having disintegrated, eroded, moss growing through.
Was it a favorite of yours?
Maybe a gift from Christmas 1967?
Are your parents' hearts still as broken, as the first day you left earth for Heaven?
Do your mom's tears today still flow?
I imagine they will never end.
Life must go on, but a parent's love will continue to grow.
I always stop and wonder what happened then.
June 25, 1968, same age as my eldest, you were only twelve, and I not yet four,
Instinctively I touch the firetruck, closing my eyes and think about you once more.
And, always, your mom, she stays on my mind.
Where is she now, has she managed to somehow, miraculously, move on?
Or is she forever stuck in time?
7 responses
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Gary Fudge (Deleted) gave props (15 Mar 2008):
How heart breaking is that?!
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* Jeff Boucher said (15 Mar 2008):
This photo inspired me to give my daughter an extra hug and count my blessings. Alot of emoiton in this shot.
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Hector Ortiz gave props (16 Mar 2008):
very touching... i used to have one of those fire trucks when i was a child...thanks...
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jesse baker gave props (19 Mar 2008):
sad... beautiful...
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erin lane said (25 Apr 2008):
this is such a wonderful narrative photo. so moving...
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paul moore gave props (14 Jun 2008):
very sad great spot and capture though.
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William Garvey gave props (24 Dec 2008):
Wow, very touching. Nice photo and very nice thoughts...
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