Margaret

A year ago today, a friend died, too young. Her face was love, spoken with a smile and bright, blue eyes.

In blackness, she slips in colour. 'All shall be well, and all shall be well.'

This unexpected shot happened in the taxi ride home - just as it is. Its simplicity and flash of red seem appropriate as I think of Margaret - a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother and friend; much missed, always treasured.