Memories strike with the force of yesterday like an F5 ripping through a subdivision scattering lives like mere toothpicks

The heartbreak returns, the eyes fill with tears, and the mind stretches until it grows numb, like fresh concrete being poured again and again upon the ground

Yet beneath all that weight remains the memory of the beautiful things: the precious memories, her voice, her charm, her loveliness, and the character she carried

Mercy

Grace

Fidelity

Truth

Honor

Respect

Loyalty

Everything anyone could hope to find in a person was in her. And now, sadly, she is gone

I can only hope to become partially what she was

I can only hope

I can only hope