Glory
to
you,
beholding
the
depths
The Benedictus es, Domine
This is a cross that I found among my mother’s things after her death and put up on my little half wall in the dining area. When my brother Kirk was here for the funeral he said he remembered it from his childhood. I later asked if he’d like to have it and sent it to him. This is a photograph that he sent yesterday and seems a prefect blending of Mom and Kirk.
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