These are the Big Horns. These are Grandpa's mountains. I couldn't cry for Grandma, but now that she's with Grandpa, her lost children and grandchildren, I don't have to. The Big Horns were crying for me. This gentle rain brought tears of joy, of life, of the end of pain, and the promise of forever. I love these mountains; they are my childhood, some of my fondest memories, and my saddest moments.
7 comments:
perfectly written, bryan.
oh i love that
so sweet
love you bry
I love you to, Son. The mountains will always be there for you!
very true! I love you bryan! thank you for everything you did! It was fun traveling with you!!
Beautiful, Bryan. Breathtaking picture and well-put words. It was so good seeing you again. Love you!
bryan, you need to see my blog...
No wonder I love you so much and am so proud of you!
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