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travel and sing 
I want to write you a different ending…. What a beautiful string of words.
I learned yesterday that a friend from my old neighborhood passed away from an aggressive type of breast cancer. She told no one she was ill, but the swiftness of her passing indicates to me that her ending must have been painful. Sometimes, knowing she suffered breaks my heart more than knowing she is gone. I wish I could have written her a different ending.
Stirring, moving, and beautiful piece.
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You are perfect 🙂
and there continues to be “deepest blue skies” with twinkling stars….
Perhaps they are not stars,
but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
Eskimo proverb
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