Friday, April 22, 2011
But now I don't know. Near where the balloons had become stuck in the cement columns, someone had taped a piece of paper. On the paper were photos of a young man who jumped a year ago, and a poem, and words of love and sorrow.
I took pictures of the memorial, or memorials. Then I sat for a while looking out over the Arroyo.
I decided not to post the pictures. But you could go and spend a few moments with this small tribute.