In thoughts and words we met someone who changed us the way she did.
She was a brave woman who forged ahead on her own accord
Stopping only when time and energy stopped and words and body failed
Only then did she think about the loneliness
Only then did she remember herself
She is gone and will be forgotten when the youngest of you stops.
The myth will then ensue of the woman who was loved by HERSELF
Who went in circles around the world to find what she was looking for was in her hands.
She will be remembered for nothing having only affected the present.
She left behind a house in a bay surrounded by a fog, with a porch that wraps around, and a view of the ocean.
An apartment in an urban center with a modern yet classic outfitting.
A child who will never grow up.
A husband who will move on.
A memory of something fragile yet resilient.
This is not an end but a beginning for her.
She would have wanted it this way.
C. M. C.