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Petals In The Fall -A daughter’s reflection on love, loss, and the slow unraveling of memory.
The petals didn’t fall in protest—
they drifted with grace,
trusting that beauty lingers
even in the letting go.
Autumn doesn’t mourn the bloom—
it wraps it in gold,
celebrating the surrender
that makes room for rest.
When I thought my beloved Mastiff had disappeared, it stirred something deeper than panic—it uncovered a quiet wound. What I found instead was grace, presence, and a gentle reminder: sometimes what feels lost is simply waiting to be found.