Message in a bottle. You were, and always will be my way home. We held each other in life, like we hold each other now. “… a little death can’t destroy this house.”

A message. The idea is healing. The thought of finding a message from you. Of finding hope. Forgiveness. Love.

Every day. I hear your voice in my ear, telling me how much you love me. Reminding me of your light, and our joy.

“I pray for all the people to know such love and to recover from it. If my prayer is listened to, there won’t be guilt any more, or regrets. Neither anger. Please, God. Amen!”