Listen and you’ll hear Jensen’s name in the wind. 

Listen and you’ll know today’s day four-hundred of my grief journey. 

Listen and you’ll hear the fire crackling behind me. 

Listen and you’ll understand how healing the elements can be. 

Listen and you’ll hear my heart continuously trying to put itself back together. 

Listen and you’ll give a bereaved mother the gift of talking about their child. 

Listen and know how much this simple act can help another. 

Listen.