Oh, Grandmother Widow,
On the day of his funeral, in the cool April breeze, your beauty causes me to wonder about white, and about time, and the acceptance of it. Imagine if everyone wore white at weddings, not for "purity"(for that's nobody's damn business), but for hope. Hope that one person has found another person to love and love and love until both of their bodies are crowned in such soft magnificence as this.
From my quiet night to yours, I write.
with love and love and love,
Rachel
