I stood in awe of the stars that were framed by the silhouettes of the pines. The symphony of the night soothed my mind with familiar songs.
My escape from the reality I left behind in that room that was so terribly sad. Unbearable was the overwhelming sense of being truly alone. I had to find my chapel.
I knew the place well. It was here I saw my first meteor shower when my dad thought I could share in his obsession of our beautiful universe. And I did, without hesitation, because I saw the heavens in a different way.
After my dad got sick from inoperable brain cancer I escaped to this spot to look at the beautiful starry sky and wondering which star my dad might lay claim to when his time came. I felt like he was close in this place that had become sacred ground to my grieving heart.
Now, my soulmate and best friend had a heart attack at work and joined my mentor and hero among the ancient stars that had blanketed the night sky for thousands and thousands of years sharing their grief as they gave their loved ones a star to call their own.
The next days ahead would be a blurry series of still shots...