It’s hard to imagine what your life would have been like now. How things would have been different.
You came to us at Christmastime and left 16 months later, on Easter Monday.
It was hard not to miss the symbolism you brought. A Christmas angel, perfect in your imperfections.
You were blind, but you allowed us to see things in ourselves and others that we never would have otherwise.
You were deaf, but you gave us the gift of hearing the voices inside saying to be true to ourselves, our own melody of who we really were.
You were missing part of your heart, but you took a piece of ours.
You are in a better place, surrounded by those who loved you so very much.
And yet, still very much right here.
(I took this photo on October 25, 2009, in the Garden of Hope, a remembrance garden at my former church.)
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