I had to stop, look and snap.

A heart full of bottle tops. Random.

It drew me in. Standing proudly in a Greek port, filled with things that had been used, discarded, destined to be recycled.

And I thought about our hearts.

That’s what we do & every bloody time, it’s worth the effort.

Does that mean we hide? Run away ? Let’s hope not.

The real question is whether we have the courage to keep showing up, knowing we won’t come through without messy, tough stuff.

We show up, smile. On times it’s agonising, has been a challenge to find the reasons to smile. However, not once have I failed in finding a reason to smile, to be grateful, happy about something.

A spare seat, an empty space, scales weighing heavy …. A heavy heart, so blessed with love, so full of life , yet torn further from losing love after loss.

Death & life exist together … we know death is in our story, meaning life feels it deserves a big chapter, with depth, meaning & lessons woven through it. Right ?

A husband of 24 years.

A partner of 13 months.

Different lengths of time.

Different dreams.

The same heartbreak.

This one lands differently. There is a Fathers Day that rarely gets spoken about. ❤️