bagpipes, love and loss

September 6th, 2016
haunting history

haunting history

My brother played the bagpipes with The Prince Charles Pipe Band.  He walked Ring Mountain playing his pipes at sunset, as if he belonged in Scotland.  Neighbors remind me of his haunting silhouette  during those years.  Since he didn’t live to be an adult, bagpipes remain for me as a symbol of love and strength and loss. Continue reading “bagpipes, love and loss” »