Recently I attended a celebration of life for an acquaintance. In the New Year, I had hoped she would become a friend. She was loyal, attractive, and as I heard at her memorial, she was sunshine. She was companion. She was comfort. She was all the things that I thought her to be – and why I had envisioned us becoming friends.
Her family and her room-filling friends feel robbed of her. They want the reality of her, not just an afterglow!
When you are gone, what will be left of your life?