I miss her.
Funny how you can miss someone you’ve never even met.
But you can.
And I find myself wishing desperately that I had something, anything of hers.
It would bring me such comfort.
But I don’t.
We’ve received several absolutely beautiful flower arrangements in memory of Esther.
And I find myself entranced by them.
They remind me of her.
Beautiful. Delicate. Intricately designed.
And so, I tried to capture them. In memory of my Esther.
I miss you, my little delicate one.