Marked with Love

Homeless in life, nameless in death

Such sad words that conjure an image of a life traversed alone, of no significance.

We reject that pronouncement. We refuse to leave them by the roadside, in garbage bins.

Regardless of how terrible a state they come to us in, we try to do our best by them. Garlanded in flowers, gently laid on clean linen. To provide a semblance of peace and in doing so, erasing evidence of their violent last moments.

And finally, if they haven’t already been named, we call them by a name that means love. Conor. Cathy. Dilan. Aiko….

We may not have known you in life but please know that we loved you nonetheless. And you shall not go nameless because we have marked you with love.

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