For my friend who lost her daughter
If You Say It Right, It Helps the Heart to Bear It by Mary Oliver The comforts of language are true and deep; in a cemetery, in the South, so many stones and so many so small. Sometimes three or four in a row. In this instance: Eliza May, Oceola, Joseph. Can you imagine the condition of the heart of a mother or a father watching these plantings? I cannot. But I try. “God taketh…