How do you describe the moments where people stand at the end of their driveways, candles in hand, the quiet acknowledgment as they exchange glances to each other that they know what they are here for.
The lone distant sound of bagpipes that in the year past was surrounded.
The quiet still beach as people stand alone, distanced, in more numbers than the new day sun usually sees, not daring to walk or run to risk ruining the moment.
Only heaven has a word for that because no word on earth would do justice to capture the awe and beauty of those moments.
Lest we forget.
