
As I walked into the park, the grey sky began to open and raindrops fell heavy against the cold metal of the plaques.
As a place of remembrance, some people have placed flowers next to their loved ones name.
I looked for his.
One name among millions and his wasn't there. I didn't know him well but standing there, among the list of names, it's clear that I am not the only one who still remembers.
1 comment:
Jen,
I think this post is really moving. You're quite brave to put such a personal piece of writing in such a public venue. You do a great job of giving us some context with the history of the memorial. Your description of the last time you were there paints a great picture for the reader. Especially: "...raindrops fell heavy against the cold metal of the plaques." Good reporting. My only suggestion would be to begin with your personal writing and end with the history. I don't know why but I think it is a more compelling way to structure the piece. Nice work!
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