Memorials are a powerful tool in processing grief. Crosses, flowers, soft toys and mementos, tangible markers of existence. A statement that this person lived, and that they were loved.
As outsiders we pass these memorials at speed, all we see is a flash of colour; yet something about these places calls me to pause, to reverently enter. Some sites pale and weather while others are well tended, evolving as time passes, new flowers added as the previous fade and fall. In a society uncomfortable with the public expression grief these memorials speak.