You showed me the stillness on the Bras D’or early in the morning.
You showed me the strong winds at Meat Cove, shaking our tent as we looked out at the end of the world.
You introduced me to the rugged stoicness of those from Judique.
You gave me thousands of your beautiful smiles.
You shared innocent laughter with me at Joe’s scarecrow village.
We loved each other.
I still love you.
I will never go a day without pain for hurting you. —SH
This article appears in Mar 22-28, 2012.