holes

The other day I walked around my yard and noticed holes.

Holes of all shapes and sizes.

I saw holes in buildings and holes in trees.

Some holes were complicated.  Others were not.

And then I thought about these holes.

And then I thought about the hole left in our neat, arranged, organized lives because of Mom's cancer.

And then I realized we are all susceptible to hole-i-ness.
 
 

Comments

[sherry pearl]

I love this post.

[merry jennifer]

I do too, Mom.