“Is she available?” Meredith asks, bobbling her fragile ornament.
“She’s with a family,” the attendant replies.
Glimmering lights beckon. Captivated by heartfelt ornaments,
Meredith reads notes, regards pictures, considers objects, admires artfully painted bulbs. Each ornament residue, allowing transitioned souls to remain alive within memories from those left behind.
The noble fir’s fragrance draws Meredith closer. She discovers an illuminated space. Meredith carefully hangs his ornament, a small package of green gum resting inside.