My son calls this a "moment memorium"
Its painful bitter sweet.I had it one beautiful summer evening driving my son back from a happy event.The coastline here is very beautiful and the loght that night magnified this.I wanted to weep and did. It was as if all our precious days had come home to roost.I have had similar laying in bed in hospital..when healing starts.And at a study group where poetry shared allows dimension to be held in a moment.
Eagle..you are special and in sharing your moment I too recall those times.Thank you.
Mountain ash