The grief of losing a child is unfathomable. Lila wrote a poem March of 1997, six months after losing my older brother, her first-born, to the ravages of his alcoholism September 24, 1996.
On Making Pepper Jelly
When filtered through
A jar of pepper jelly
held up to the light,
The Truth of our son’s death
Is softened
Quieted.
Hold it up
Look
You’ll see what I mean.
Love, Lila
Be Blessed!
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